| I overcame my bone structure and metabolism
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| I made myself engage in mind-numbing conversation
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| A fad diet left me with skin, bone, and bitterness
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| Starved myself to a petite listening to repetitive electro shit
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| Pray to the fairies
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| she got her wish
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| Tied up and vacuous
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| She made the switch
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| Step into her carriage
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| Put on the ritz
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| Saliva-laced malicious skinny little bitch, singing
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA LA
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| Hey, like my tats? |
| Full sleeve, Black and White
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| Two-tone, no-one's home, in today, out tonight
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| Shiny, happy, die alone, viscous girls, plastic guys
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| You keep on scratching my back and I’ll scratch out your eyes
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| Membrane of bitterness
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| Words that rip
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| Topped off with a tongue with your name on its tip
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| Hatred for a skeleton, ugly and rich
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| All wrapped up in a skinny little bitch, singing
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA LA
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| He is the homecoming queen, hip new breed of cliche
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| Wears a Tiara made of daggers and is in the top 8
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| You throw him a kiss he throws hi-voltage bouquets
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| if he can’t have your affection then he’ll thrive on your.
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| Hate to the fairies
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| He got his wish
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| Tied up and vacuous
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| He made the switch
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| Step into his carriage
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| Put on the ritz
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| Saliva-laced malicious skinny little bitch, singing
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA
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| LA LA LA LA LA |