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(This is a punk anthem to be screamed over and over and over) Bottle Blonde Every thing about you Is nothin' but a false front When you talk you're shoutin' And when you walk you run You changed your name so often That I just call you AKA And I can hear you comin' In your petrified Chevrolet Bottle Blond, you're just a Bottle Blonde Bottle Blond, you're just a Bottle Blonde Bottle Blond, you're just a Bottle Blonde Bottle Blond, you're just a Bottle Blonde back to top. repeat whole thing until she gets the message and leaves.
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