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Gilly thinks that he's a DJ
Makes me want to slit my wrist
Breaking mirrors on the subway
No one dances to his hits
Glitter whippits on the freeway
Mamas and papas shitting bricks, yeah
Give your boy a little leeway
No one dances to his playlist
Yeah, you gotta let him go
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Maggie, the deck is stacked
You gotta hit your boyfriend back
(People say, people say, run away, run away)
chorus
Maggie, the deck is stacked
You gotta hit your boyfriend back
(People say, people say, run away, run away)