| Been waiting for my shooting star |
| Got my ticket from the titty bar |
| Don't know nothing, can't seem to start |
| I've been waiting now for way too long |
| Locked and loaded and ready for this |
| Can't catch a break 'cause nothing sticks |
| Shake this something, make it fit |
| But I'm gonna keep trying till it rips |
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| Just want my pretty stuff |
| I just want my pretty stuff |
| I know I can't get enough |
| I just want my pretty stuff |
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| Got lost trying when I had to look |
| Beat myself up till it shook |
| Walked that walk, still nothing took |
| But I'll get there hook or crook |
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| Just want my pretty stuff |
| I just want my pretty stuff |
| I know I can't get enough |
| I just want my pretty stuff |
| Just want my pretty stuff |
| I just want my pretty stuff |
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| Don't want my epitaph to say he knew it all |
| All I want every single day is peace and love |
| So stop don't want my heart to break anymore |
| More, more |
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| Just want my pretty stuff |
| Just want my pretty stuff |
| Just want my pretty stuff |
| Just want my pretty stuff |
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| Just want my pretty stuff |
| I just want my pretty stuff |
| I just want my pretty stuff |
| I just want my pretty stuff |
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