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I don’t believe in mudflap girl
Her long blonde hair and arched back
Are just symbols of someone’s ideal
I don’t believe they’re real
She never says a word to me
But riding, I get stuck beside her
In somebody else’s car
I’ve never felt so far
Away from the steering wheel
Away from the rear-view mirror
I can’t tell if she makes a difference
My gut says she don’t
I don’t believe in mushroom man
He's strained too many soups and now
He’s breathing watered down concerns
That nobody returns
I don’t believe in flaming Jesus
Or in her lipgloss caption freezing
To a box of saffron ramen
Stashed beneath your seat
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