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Little Miss Sunshine

I thought you were little Miss Sunshine
turns out that after your first line,
I had to realize you turned into
Little Miss No-Replies,
But worse than that the fact I tried to emphatize
With your story and your attitude,
Failed to recognize when you were rude
And came back to what I knew,
When my intention was to screw
You against the wall and the floor,
But then you left me and I stood in the door

Oh little Miss Sunshine,
Why did you try that first line?

Doc told me the way of coping was addressing
That's the only way I could ever stop stressing,
Said I should write a letter and never send it
That's the only way I could ever end it,
But it's hard to give up hope
And continued to drown myself in dope,
Still I wouldn't stop defending
You didn't lie to me I kept pretending,
When I decided to confront you
You were quick to start confessing,
But then you went back to not replying
Even when I was trying, man that's so depressing

Oh little Miss Sunshine,
Why did you try that first line?

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