SO3: Music

I must confess
I made a mess
it's on your dress
I'm feeling less than ordinary
I think I'm going numb
feel like the terrorists have won
I'd rather sit at home alone
I'm letting go of ordinary

CHORUS:
even Montezuma couldn't put to rest
my horrid feelings of intestinal distress (x2)
and even if you made it to the last stop
do you really think that you would have the guts to get off?

I can't decide
she really took me for a ride
and now we're on and off again
that wasn't in my dictionary
the drama never ends
I should have listened to my friends
the words I needed to move on
weren't in my vocabulary

CHORUS

I think you know
what can make me feel so low
I think you'll find
what can make me lose my mind

CHORUS

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