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Most of these pricks are hypnotized |
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Staring at her tits and her shiny thighs |
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Diamond jeweled tips in their wily eyes |
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But they just don't recognize |
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I see her walk, looking side to side |
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And everybody stop, looking petrified |
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Move down the block causing quite a stir |
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And she's looking pretty fresh man, I must concur |
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But I see through her exterior and it's not that superior |
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The lip gloss bubble is bound to burst |
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You won't be the last, you can't be the first |
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She's not much verse, mostly chorus |
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Between those ears, mostly sawdust |
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She's mostly lovely, mostly never |
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Blah, blah, blah, blah, whatever |
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Doctor, doctor, can't you see? |
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My mind's been playing jokes on me |
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And I've been trying to save my soul |
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I've been trying to do right |
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But all I'm getting is the tunnel |
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At the end of the line |
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Look at her now, she's lapping it up |
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But in a sec she'll be verbally slapping them up |
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And in the meantime, she loves jacking them up |
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And with a smile telling them they're not making the cut |
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Now why you looking at me like I'm making this up? |
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And why you looking at me like I'm slightly unhinged? |
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Like I'm a little bit singed after a JD and Prozac binge |
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And just realized I can try but can't win |
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I'm getting sicker, I can't see |
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My eye lids flicker but I can't delete |
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The image that I have running in my brain |
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A chance that I've missed and I can't regain |
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Everybody knows apparently |
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I must just be a transparency |
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The thing I've been hiding so hopelessly is |
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That I just want this bitch to notice me |
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Doctor, doctor, can't you see? |
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My mind's been playing jokes on me |
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And I've been trying to save my soul |
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I've been trying to do right |
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But all I'm getting is the tunnel |
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At the end of the line |
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Paranoid, delusional, lovesick, lonely lost |
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Nasty, jealous, insecure |
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At least that's how I'm coming across |
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Paranoid, delusional, lovesick, lonely lost |
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Nasty, jealous, insecure |
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At least that's how I'm coming across |
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I'm getting sicker, I can't see |
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My eye lids flicker but I can't delete |
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The image that I have running in my brain |
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A chance that I've missed and I can't regain |
|
Everybody knows apparently |
|
I must just be a transparency |
|
The thing I've been hiding so hopelessly is |
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That I just want this bitch to notice me |
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Doctor, doctor, can't you see? |
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My mind's been playing jokes on me |
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And I've been trying to save my soul |
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I've been trying to do right |
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But all I'm getting is the tunnel |
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At the end of the line |
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Doctor, doctor, can't you see? |
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My mind's been playing jokes on me |
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And I've been trying to save my soul |
|
I've been trying to do right |
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But all I'm getting is the tunnel |
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At the end of the line |
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Doctor, doctor, can't you see? |
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My mind's been playing jokes on me |
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And I've been trying to save my soul |
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I've been trying to do right |
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But all I'm getting is the tunnel |
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At the end of the line |
