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These girls are cut out from magazines, |
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Wearing pride on fashionable sleeves. |
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Corner boys with swerving glances, |
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Settle into landmark trances. |
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Those poor bastards never stand a chance. |
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And I know you would like to leave me shaking, |
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From all the things that you're insinuating. |
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Don't you say now look at what you made me, |
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'Cause I don't give a damn about you now. |
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You once said that beauty lies in truth. |
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Mother's curves and ignorance of youth. |
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Lonely now with this disease, |
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Your desperation aims to please, |
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While starving for attention on your knees. |
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And I know you would like to leave me shaking, |
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From all the things that you're insinuating. |
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Don't you say now look at what you made me, |
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'Cause I don't give a damn about you now. |
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Wait, I think you're better off just getting, just getting some sleep, |
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'Cause you've been drinking like you need it again. |
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And hey, you know you were beautiful when you were, when you were like me yeah. |
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But how you slipping at the start of the end. |
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Wait I think your better off just getting, just getting some sleep, |
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'Cause you've been drinking like you need it again. |
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And I know you would like to leave me shaking, |
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From all the things that you're insinuating. |
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Don't you say now look at what you made me, |
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'Cause I don't give a damn about you, I don't give a damn about you now. |
