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Thank God |
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I'm pretty |
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The occasional free drink |
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I never asked for |
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The occasional admission to a seedy little bar |
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Invitation to a stranger's car |
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I'm blessed with the ability to render grown men tongue-tied |
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Which only means that when it's dark outside |
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I have to run and hide, can't look behind me |
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Thank God |
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I'm pretty |
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Thank God |
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I'm pretty |
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Every skill |
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I ever have will be in question |
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Every ill that |
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I must suffer clearly brought on by myself |
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Though the cops would come for someone else |
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I'm blessed, |
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I'm truly privileged to look this good without clothes on |
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Which only means that when |
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I sing you're jerking off |
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And when I'm gone you won't remember |
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Thank God |
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I'm pretty |
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Thank You |
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God, oh Lord |
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Thank You |
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GodOh, and when a gaggle of faces appears around me |
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It's lucky |
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I hate to be taken seriously |
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I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor |
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If I couldn't count on men to slap my ass anymore |
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I know my destiny's such that |
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I must stocking and curl |
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So everybody thinks that |
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I'm a fucking |
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Suicide Girl |
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Oh, thank |
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You GodFor the occasional champagne |
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I never asked for |
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The occasional admission to a seedy little bar |
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Invitation to a stranger's car |
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I'm blessed with the ability to render grown men tongue-tied |
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Which only means that when it's dark outside |
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I have to run and hide, can't look behind me |
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Thank God |
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I'm pretty |
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Thank God, thank |
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GodThank You, thank |
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You, thank |
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You, thank |
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YouThank You |
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God |
