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I was free again that summer |
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cos you're playing with a plumber, |
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with his own place and a car. I don't care, |
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I'm gonna be a pop star. |
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Well he can take you for a ride |
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and he can buy you gifts and flowers. |
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I'm sure he's got a nicer body then me |
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and maybe he can **** go for hours and hours. |
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But I wonder where you and him might be when you see me on the cover of the NME. |
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After sell-out tours and a string of hits And I'm snorting cocaine off a supermodel's tits. |
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My life is going my way. |
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I saw you in the pub today. |
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And you look so ugly now. |
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Since you turned into a shallow disco cow. |
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You're no longer my gilded shackle. |
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So I don't have to listen to your ****ing cackle. |
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I couldn't give a toss what you do. |
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And by the way, have you found out I was two-timing you? |
