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The highest paid piece of ass. |
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You know it's not gonna last. |
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Those magazines end up in the trash., yeah |
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What's the big idea, none of that stuff is even real. |
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Wanna know how they really feel, yeah |
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Five thousand dollars a day, |
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Is what they pay my baby |
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For her pretty face. |
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Five thousand dollars a day, |
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Is what they pay my baby |
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For her pretty face. |
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I came over as soon as she called. |
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'cause she's a living doll. |
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And she's famous for nothing at all., yeah |
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She's living life like a dream, |
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With a false sense of self-esteem. |
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I wish she'd trade places with me, |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. |
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Five thousand dollars a day, |
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Is what they pay my baby |
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For her pretty face. |
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Five thousand dollars a day, |
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Is what my baby gets paid |
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For being just another pretty face. |
