Don't trust a man with the creepy little eyes
He's at once a friend but you're scared inside
Then he beats you up 'cause you bust his lip
And you ask yourself, What have I done?
Then he locks you up in the trunk of his car
Don't forget that
Number I wrote on the back of your hand
And the freaks are in the back
You're not alone that's why I understand
And you walk the walk and talk the talk
And we park our cars at the same garage
And my stomach hurts like I'm in a storm
Don't forget that
Number I wrote on the back of your
Don't forget that
Number I wrote on the back of your hand
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah
Hannah

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