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And there's no clothes I can buy |
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Make me feel like myself |
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She said, so I put on clothes |
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To make me look, feel like someone else instead |
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As a matter of fact I don't like to be seen |
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'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself |
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She said, you better hit her |
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She said, she said, she said, she said, she's dead |
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There no perfume I can buy |
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Make me smell like myself |
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So I put on perfume |
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To make me smell like someone else in bed |
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And as a matter of fact |
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I don't like to be scented |
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I don't like to smell myself |
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She said you better hit her |
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She said, she said, she said, she said, she said |
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But I'm not afraid of being more than pretty |
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While you're getting paid |
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To wind yourselves up until you drop, yeah |
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There no one I can talk to |
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Like I talk to myself |
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She said, so I play games to make them |
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Think I'm someone else, it's inbred |
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As a matter of fact |
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I don't like to be seen |
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'Cause I'm not satisfied with myself |
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She said, you better hit her |
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I'm not afraid |
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Of being more than pretty |
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While you're getting paid |
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To wind yourselves up until you drop |
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She said, she said, she said |
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She's dead, she's dead, she's sad, she's played |
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It's ingrained, she's stained |
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She's played, she's trade |
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I've fucked up inside my own head |
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And what the hell I'm doing |
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In a place like this |
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I know exactly why I'm here, me |