| She cuts through the fogs of the fashion dogs
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| And all of the sales are waggin'
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| Because Jessica dresses like a dragon
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| Stylized with her friend
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| She needs a big overhead
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| Compartment to put her bag in
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| Because Jessica dresses like a dragon
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| Everybody knows she lives for dragon clothes
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| She lives to be like one of those
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| Shiny, bloody diamond stones
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| The ones that shoot the stars into your mind
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| Into your mind
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| Bifurcated in tongue
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| She even eats her young
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| She sits on you while saggin'
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| Because she’s turning into a dragon
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| Laying tons of eggs
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| While Cosmopolitan begs for a new rag to put their rag in
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| Because Jessica dresses like a dragon
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| Everyone agrees she is just quite the tease
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| She has reptilian tendencies
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| She’s taking the fashion police
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| And fried them to a crisp upon which she dines
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| On which she dies
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| We misbehaved and went back to her cave
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| It was a loft on Mercer Street
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| And she found me suitable to eat
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| Everybody knows she lives for dragon clothes
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| She lives to be like one of those
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| Shiny, bloody diamond stones
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| The ones that shoot the stars into your mind
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| Into your mind
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| Into your mind |