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Perfectly ugly |
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I'm standing up here in front of you |
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Like a living work of art |
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And I can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side |
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But they're my only parts |
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And this town crossed its legs a long time ago baby |
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When it got sick of trying |
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And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block |
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Like the whole world is dying |
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Oh, oh I have to give everything a name |
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Oh no I can smell gas in here again |
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And you say what an explosive little sugar |
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I amAnd I say well you know sweetheart you live on bad ideas |
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She managed them both like some dizzy soap opera queen on the |
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TVAnd I manoeuvred my way round the rocks smuggling scorn into my words |
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And she didn't even see me |
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I love it when you float off like some great feather in the breeze |
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But the only trouble is |
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I'm left sitting here panting for more |
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Like a bitch on heat, now |
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And oo, oh |
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I have to give everything a name |
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And oh no |
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I can smell gas in here again |
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And you say what an explosive little sugar |
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I amAnd I say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas |
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Skin tight and forthright |
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I can pick this fight alone |
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Hold on we can take it on 'cause only |
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Words can cut to bone |
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Skin tight and forthright |
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I can pick this fight alone |
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Hold on we can take it on 'cause even |
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WordsOh, oh |
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I have to give everything a name |
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Oh no I can smell gas in here again |
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And you say what an explosive little sugar |
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I amAnd I say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas |
