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Bab's Uvula Who?Song ratingsNot rated yet. Lyrics
I've got a knack for fucking everything up
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high I lose control and I get myself all wound up Tension mounts and I fly off the wall I self destruct and I get myself all wound up Petulance and irritation sets in I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up I lose myself and I'm all wound up Petulance and I'm all wound up I lose control and I'm all wound up I lose myself and I'm all wound up Chip on my shoulder and a leech on my back Stuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up Killed my composure and it will never come back Loss of control and I get myself all wound up Blown out of proportion again My temper snaps and I get myself all wound up Spontaneous combustion panic attack I slipped a gear and I get myself all wound up I lose myself and I'm all wound up Petulance and I'm all wound up I lose control and I'm all wound up I lose myself and I'm all wound up I've got a knack for fucking everything up My temper flies and I get myself all wound up My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high I lose control and I get myself all wound up Tension mounts and I fly off the wall I self destruct and I get myself all wound up Petulance and irritation sets in I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up I lose myself and I'm all wound up Petulance and I'm all wound up I lose control and I'm all wound up I lose myself and I'm all wound up
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