What you do with trash? You take it out So why are you letting him hang around?
Girl, you gotta know when to clean house
And throw his shi. t out in the yard
If it was the first time, I would understand
But it's the third time, you got a second chance
There's a fine line between an accident
And an L-O-S-E-R
It's bull sh. it, you know it
Yeah, I see it in your eyes
Every time that you tell me
Deep down he's a really good guy
That's like saying
Drunk girls don't cry
Girl, you must be outta your dam mind
You say he saw the light, the slate is clean
He swears up and down that it's gonna be
Different this time
That's like saying drunk girls don't cry
La de de de da
La de de de da
Another weekend, another box of wine
I heard it so much I got it memorized
If you think he's the one then you must be blind
Or C-R-A-Z-Y
C'mon, it's bull sh. it, you know it
I wish I had a dime for
Every time that you tell me
Deep down he's a really good guy
That's like saying
Drunk girls don't cry
Girl, you must be outta your dam mind
You say he saw the light, the slate is clean
He swears up and down that it's gonna be
Different this time
That's like saying drunk girls don't cry
La de de de da
La de de de da, yeh
Hey na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na
That's like saying
Drunk girls don't cry
Girl, you must be outta your dam mind
You say he saw the light, the slate is clean
He swears up and down that it's gonna be
Different this time
That's like saying drunk girls don't cry
La de de de da
La de de de da

answer; rhetoric;

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.