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Daddy bought you like a toy |
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Mama taught you to be coy |
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Make your bed down in the dirt |
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Bow your head, lift your skirt |
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From your lips to my ears |
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All down through your tender ears |
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A poor little rich girl, junk food heiress |
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Born in forth world, raised in |
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ParisWell, listen honey, screwed the money, |
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I want you |
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Something changed you, laid you low[Incomprehensible] your senses, made you slow |
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Wrote your name down in the book |
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State the claim on how do you look |
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I can't blame you if you think that |
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Tie you to the kitchen sink |
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Drain your pockets, drink your blood |
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Drag you through the muck and mud |
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Must be said, you made your bed but |
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I want you |
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It's the way your hair falls in your face |
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And the way you move from place to place |
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It's the way you wear your curse |
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As if there could be something worse than |
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Trapped inside a glass house dying |
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Waiting for the bricks to fly |
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Oh my, my, my |
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So he left you with no |
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GodTrapped behind that cracked facade |
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Had for a woman have a heart |
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Not too down, not too smart |
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I will have once something clicks |
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Eat you like a ton of bricks |
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And circumstances been to break you |
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Why, oh why would |
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God forsake you? |
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Vis-a-vis, him or me, |
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I want you[Incomprehensible] baby, |
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I don't care, |
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I want you |