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I betcha think it's funny, |
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Doin' nothin' for your money |
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The way you live your life is so pitiful |
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Your body parts replaced, |
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Too much make-up on your face |
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That tattoo on your back don't make you beautiful |
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Your black heart, blue eyes |
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And the black dress you wear are your disguise |
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You cover up who you ****, |
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Do they listen when you cry? |
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Keep living your lie |
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Ya dirty little |
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Vegas girl |
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Wicked little |
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Vegas girl |
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The extensions in your hair, |
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Your gold digger's stare |
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You sell yourself just like a whore |
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You're bound by golden handcuffs, it's never enough |
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I hope you find your white-picket world |
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It's so, so sad! |
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Your black heart, blue eyes |
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And the black dress you wear are your disguise |
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To cover up who you ****, |
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Do they listen when you cry? |
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Keep living your lie |
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Ya dirty little |
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Vegas girl |
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We'll burn down |
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Sin City for you (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) |
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The flames are so pretty, like you (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) |
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Why won't you come for me? (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) |
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Your black heart, blue eyes |
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And the black dress you wear are your disguise |
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To cover up who you ****, |
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Will they be there when you die? |
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Keep living your lie |
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My dirty little |
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Vegas girl |
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Wicked little |
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Vegas girl |
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So c'mon! (My dirty little Vegas girl) |
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C'mon! (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) |
