Sandpaper Girl
Skin is smooth, that's what I thought
And why not? Every girl I ever met
Had smooth skin, but not you,
You're a monster, you little
Sandpaper Girl
I've been rubbed raw one time too many,
Sandpaper Girl
I'm sick of being left dry and gritty
Sandpaper Girl
This isn't the way it should be, never again will I date a
Sandpaper Girl.
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