| You’re like a doggy in a window
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| 'Cause you’re heartless, you’re cold
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| Selling to the bimbos
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| Selling plastic pot of gold
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| But I, I see right through you
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| I know your game, I know your game, I know your game
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| It’s time to put a stop to you
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| You are to blame, you are to blame, you are to blame
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| 'Cause you’re plastic
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| You’re cold, shiny hard plastic
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| Now you’re making me sick
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| You must think I’m fucking stupid
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| But I know, I know, know now
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| Know that you’re plastic
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| You’re cold, shiny hard plastic, plastic
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| You’re like a porcelain doll
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| 'Cause you’re lifeless and hollow
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| And I watch you fall
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| To pieces cause you’re so dull
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| But I, I see right through you
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| I know your game, I know your game, I know your game
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| It’s time to put a stop to you
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| You are to blame, you are to blame, you are to blame
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| 'Cause you’re plastic
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| You’re cold, shiny hard plastic
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| Now you’re making me sick
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| You must think I’m fucking stupid
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| But I know, I know, know now
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| Know that you’re plastic
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| You’re cold, shiny hard plastic, plastic
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| And now you’re making me sick
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| You must think I’m fucking stupid
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| But I know, I know, know now
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| Know that you’re plastic
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| You’re cold, shiny hard plastic, plastic
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| And I know your game, I know your game, I know you’re plastic
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| You are to blame, you are to blame, you are, you’re plastic
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| And I know your game, I know your game, I know you’re plastic
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| You’re cold, shiny hard plastic, plastic |