blink-182 | Lyrics | Dysentery Gary

Got a lotto heart ache
He's a f*****' weasel
His issues make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

'Cause I love your little motions
You with your pigtails
What a nice creation
Worth another night in jail

He's a player, diarrhea giver
Tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to slayer
I would like to find him friday night
Hangin' out with mom
And trying on his father's tights
Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm givin' up, she found someone
There's plenty more
Girls are such a drag

So all you little ladies
Be sure to choose the right guys
You'll come back to me maybe
I'll shower you with lies

Got a lotto heart ache
He's a f*****' weasel
Decisions make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

Ease away the problems and the pain
The girl chose the one guy
Who makes you want to kick and scream
All along, you wish that she would stay
F*** the guy that took her and ran away

He's a player, diarrhea giver
Tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to slayer
I would like to find him friday night
Hangin' out with mom
And trying on his father's tight
Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm givin' up, she found someone
There's plenty more
Girls are such a drag

F*** this place!
I lost the war
I hate you all
Your mom's a whore
Where's my dog?
'Cause girls are such a drag