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Don't Let Your Ass Get Hit By the Door (Lyric) by Spindle
**This is my bow to the Country-Western song**
Well look who's back
From his trip
Well I hope you know
What you missed
I waited for you at the restaurant
Till a quarter past
Then it finally dawned on me
And I knew you put me last
So...
(Chorus)
Don't let your ass get hit by the door
I don't want you 'round here anymore
If you really needed me
Then you'd be here where I could see
That you really needed me
But I know you don't
No you don't
So...
(Repeat)
When I left I saw your car
In the parking lot
Tell me what's she got
That I don't got?
You know what, I don't even want to care
It's not like you were ever really there
We never were the best of friends
I guess we weren't ever friends
From beginning to the bitter end
No, no we weren't
We really weren't
So...
(Chorus X2)
No you don't
No, no you don't
(Fade out)
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