Would you stick around?
Cause I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes
To the girls who just leave town
One got married and one had kids,
One out-priced me in West Dids
And when I see her I try and make amends
She put her foot down in her fella's Benz
You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact
One did one to Echo Park
With an old penpal whose now an oligarch
She sent my boxes one by one
I'll Fed-Ex his Xmases at once
And as I unpacked the Eric shirt
And The National prints from the last concert
I thought I'll probably never see that girl again
You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact
You know that I can't compete with that
I can't compete with that
Its a fact
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