3.Nothing To Do
Lyricist：Jimmy Dorsey, Paul Madeira
Said, you called me, fucking lied
You little bitch, you deserve to die
I'm just sitting, pulling my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
You said, we'd go see a flick
You said that you'd suck my dick
Then I saw you with that jock
And all I can say is, 'What the fuck？'
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
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