Friends who move to Miami and torture me with their comments about how warm and beautiful it is.
You packed up and moved, now you live in Miami Beach
If only I'd clung to you like a blood-sucking leech
You gloat like you're victorious
Oh bastard, you're inglorious
You're tan while I look like I've been dipped in liquid bleach
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