| Well, I was born in the city and I grew up poor
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| I didn’t have no money, no future instore
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| Lord give me ambition, send a girl into my life
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| She looks down and notice to me
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| Because I’m not kind
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| She thinks I’m trash
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| She wants to throw me away
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| She thinks I’m trash
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| But she’s wrong, I’ll show her someday
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| She thinks I’m trash
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| I don’t listen to her when she says
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| I got no future, no past
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| No prospects, no class
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| She thinks I’m trash, trash
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| Now I’m working hard, gonna make her all mine
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| As long I got nothin', I got nothin' but time
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| Time to be somebody buy my fortune and fame
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| But she says that I’m born to lose
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| And I’ll never change
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| She thinks I’m trash She wants to throw me away
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| She thinks I’m trash
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| But she’s wrong, I’ll show her someday
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| She thinks I’m trash
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| I don’t listen to her when she says
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| I got no future, no past
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| No prospects, no class
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| She thinks I’m trash, trash
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| Hey, go on baby, live a life of luxury
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| I know someday you’re gonna give your love to me
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| Trash, yeah…
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| She thinks I’m trash
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| Rock 'n' roll trash, trash
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| She thinks i’m trash, trash |