| Why is my delivery for you to open doors for me?
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| Forceful arms deliberately, discomfort, all that comes to be
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| I may seem a fragile fool with dainty hands and pointed feet
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| Buy me jewels and clothes and cars
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| And strap me tight in the back seat
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| Empty me to the out drug you need me to be
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| Leave conformity, survive
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| All complainers can take five
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| Welcome to the space and time
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| Where big pink bows can get degrees
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| Move yourself around, I hate it
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| Or else you’re gonna come through me
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| Acclimate to taking orders
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| Equally from in between
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| I’ll go out and find a future
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| You stay home and cook and clean
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| Make believe 'cause you won’t find a dog on your leash
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| Leave conformity, survive
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| All complainers can take five
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| Leave conformity, survive
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| All complainers can take five
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| Make believe 'cause you won’t find a dog on your leash |