Haven't Got A Clue

You haven't got a clue
And you don't know what to do
You used your money and your friends
To try and trick me
But you won't trick meAs far as I can tell
You've created your own hell
And now you walk around this place
Expecting pityEvery time you throw a fit
I can't decide if you're full of it
And every time you state your case
The more I want to punch your faceI go, doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo dooI still can't believe
All your plastic surgeries
And now it's everybody's problem
That you're unhappy, oh, come onEvery time you state your case
The more I'd like to punch your faceEvery time you state your case
The more I want to punch your faceAnd every time you state your case
The more I want to punch your faceI go doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo dooDoo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
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