Nan
Hi, I'm fuckin' Eddie Dingle
I met this girl named Nan
She-she overpopulated my senses
And then fuckin' dick me over
What's your big secret?
Could you give me a clue?
Oh, silly girl
I-I'm so in love with you
Won't you tell me what's, what's on your mind?
If you'd open your head
Tell me, what would I find?
Are you for real?
What do you feel?
Finder's keepers
Loser's weepers, baby
If I could get the lid off, I'd look into the jar
Is this-, is this the best thing that I can do?
It ain't done me no good, so far
Mind over matter
But it seems that I don't matter at all, you fucker
Nan, a table for one
Do you think I could be invited to come? Fuck
What's your big secret, baby?
Could you-could you give me a clue?
Oh, silly, silly girl
I-I'm so in love with you
Won't you tell me what's, what's on your mind?
If you'd open your head
Tell me what would you find?
Are you for real?
What do you feel?
You know, I saw you yesterday walkin' with Danny
He's a fucker, and you're a fucker too
You know what you did to me, baby?
Yeah, you know what you did, now you're walkin' with Danny down the street
How you make me feel, huh?
How do you think that make me feel, huh?
Huh, you think I like it here, you fucker?
You fuckin' bitch
I hate you, you fucker
You keep walkin' with Danny
You keep fuckin' walkin' with Danny
I don't give a fuck
Yeah, I don't give a flyin' fuck about you or Danny, you bitch
I met this girl named Nan
She-she overpopulated my senses
And then fuckin' dick me over
What's your big secret?
Could you give me a clue?
Oh, silly girl
I-I'm so in love with you
Won't you tell me what's, what's on your mind?
If you'd open your head
Tell me, what would I find?
Are you for real?
What do you feel?
Finder's keepers
Loser's weepers, baby
If I could get the lid off, I'd look into the jar
Is this-, is this the best thing that I can do?
It ain't done me no good, so far
Mind over matter
But it seems that I don't matter at all, you fucker
Nan, a table for one
Do you think I could be invited to come? Fuck
What's your big secret, baby?
Could you-could you give me a clue?
Oh, silly, silly girl
I-I'm so in love with you
Won't you tell me what's, what's on your mind?
If you'd open your head
Tell me what would you find?
Are you for real?
What do you feel?
You know, I saw you yesterday walkin' with Danny
He's a fucker, and you're a fucker too
You know what you did to me, baby?
Yeah, you know what you did, now you're walkin' with Danny down the street
How you make me feel, huh?
How do you think that make me feel, huh?
Huh, you think I like it here, you fucker?
You fuckin' bitch
I hate you, you fucker
You keep walkin' with Danny
You keep fuckin' walkin' with Danny
I don't give a fuck
Yeah, I don't give a flyin' fuck about you or Danny, you bitch
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Writer(s): Aaron Freeman, Michael Melchiondo
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