Oliver Tree - Jerk Lyrics
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Jerk
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What Are The Lyrics For Jerk By Oliver Tree?
You say you don't want me
You call me good for nothing straight to my face You say you don't need me You call me good for nothing, a waste of space Don't remind me I'm minding my own damn business Don't try to find me I'm better left alone in this It doesn't surprise me Do you really think that I could care If you really don't like me Find somebody else It could be anyone else out there Don't fret I don't ever wanna see you And I never wanna meet you again One thing When you're angry, you're a jerk And then you treat me like I'm worth nothing Don't fret I don't ever wanna see you And I never wanna meet you again It'll happen again I'll watch it happen over and over again You say you don't want me You call me good for nothing straight to my face You say you don't need me You call me good for nothing, a waste of space I watch the walls caving in on me I'm sick of feeling so fucking lonely By now I've given up all hope I guess I'm better off alone Don't fret I don't ever wanna see you And I never wanna meet you again One thing When you're angry, you're a jerk And then you treat me like I'm worth nothing Don't fret I don't ever wanna see you And I never wanna meet you again It'll happen again I'll watch it happen over and over again |
Who Wrote Jerk By Oliver Tree?
Oliver Tree Nickell
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What's The Duration Of The Jerk By Oliver Tree?The duration of Jerk is 2:15 minutes and seconds. |
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