She was sitting there
With her beehive hair
And said, honey
That's a waste of good mascara
She handed me a pink kleenex
And I'll never forget
What she said next
Boys and buses got a lot in common
They both pick up speed
When you try to stop 'em
You could waste your breath
You could scream and cuss 'em
But there's no use chasing after
Boys and buses
Don't worry
We can fix that
Thank God for auto-tune
She said some leave with a guitar case
And some wind up at an army base
Heartbreaker
Moneymaker
Maybe I oughta marry her then
Take the money and run
...in Hollywood
But the cost is lost
Once the ticket's bought
And you can't catch but
Don't wanna be caught
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