| She made up her mind, or faked it
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| That tonight’s the final show
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| She’s chasing sunlight, shameless
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| In a shiny dress, well
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| She came into the party trying to catch a fix and
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| She never met a man that she couldn’t twist
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| Into a noose around her finger with the flick of a wrist
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| Now they’re headed to the back with the coolest kids
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| They’re always watching, always waiting
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| For you to come and entertain them
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| You’re the life of the party
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| She made up her mind, wasted
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| To stumble through the door
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| She met a stranger waiting
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| With all the name brand chemicals
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| She’s so desperate for attention, needs her name on the list
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| Her steps are desperately measured and she’s clenching her fist
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| All the faces in the hallway, they’re so glad to dismiss
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| The girl who’s desperately desperate for someone to kiss
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| And they’re always watching, always waiting
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| For you to come and entertain them
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| You’re the life of the party
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| All the lights are getting to your head
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| Your eyes are burning but you can’t quite look away
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| The chemicals are running through your veins |
| You’re trying not to be sick… |