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Lee Jun Le

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layout: lyricaltragedy
inspiration: outgone
Saturday, August 25, 2007 | 7:36 PM
u can listen to tis song frm the music player in the left coloumn. x)


A Friendly Goodbye by Bowling For Soup

(Freeze Frame!)

I can lay it on real thick
Cause I know how you don't like to get bogged down
With anything 'bout us
And our kick ass true love tale
Sorry I swore just then
Cause I know you hate it
And by the way that cake you baked me really sucked
But I ate it

Cause I loved you
Even more than you could ever imagine
Here's a friendly goodbye

5, 6, 7...
Ain't that a “B” with an "itch"
Ain't that a "Mother-Trucker"
You can go to H-E-double hockey-sticks
And "F yourself"
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
Of all the “Swords you put me through
So "F You"
"F You"

I can hang it out to dry
Cause I know how you like all your laundry neat
And not just thrown around
Like a chainsaw in need of juggling
Sorry I flipped you off cause I know,
How you hate it
And that homemade porn I said that I erased
Well I saved it

Cause I loved you
Even more than you could ever imagine
Here's a friendly goodbye

5, 6, 7...
Ain't that a “B” with an "itch"
Ain't that a "Mother-Trucker"
You can go to H-E-double hockey-sticks
And "F yourself"
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
Of all the “Swords you put me through
So "F You"
"F You", "F You", "F You"

I'll send you a postcard that says
I'm glad you're not here
I'll buy you a t-shirt
But I'll use it to wipe up the beer
That I spilled
While I was spilling my guts
To my friends about you
And I really don't have anything else nice to say
But "F You"
"F You"

5, 6, 7...
Ain't that a “B” with an "itch"
Ain't that a "Mother-Trucker"
You can go to H-E-double hockey-sticks
And "F yourself"
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
Of all the “Swords you put me through
So "F You"
"F You", "F You", "F You"