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Weekend Players - Nan lyrics
Hi, I'm fuckin' Eddie Dingle 
 I met this girl named Nan 
 She, she overpopulated my senses 
 And fuckin' dicked me over 
 What's your big secret? 
 Could you give me a clue? 
 Oh, silly girl, I'm so in love with you 
 Won't you tell me 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?
 Finders keepers, losers weepers, baby 
 If I could get the lid off, I'd look into the jar 
 Is this the best thing that I can do? 
 It ain't done me no good so far 
 Mind over matter 
 But it seems I don't matter at all (fucker) 
 Nan, a table for one Weekend Players - Nan - http://motolyrics.com/weekend-players/nan-lyrics.html
 Do you think I could be invited to come? (fuck) 
 What's your big secret? 
 Could you give me a clue? 
 Oh, silly, silly girl, I'm so in love with you 
 Won't you tell me 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 do you think that 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 flying fuck about you or Danny, you bitch












