| She’s in Toyko again, oh
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| She meditates to find her zen, oh, yeah
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| She love women, she hate men, oh
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| She’s in Toyko again, eh
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| She meditates to find her zen, oh
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| She love women, she hate men (Woah)
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| I’m sure that she hates me too
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| You just speak your mind, hate the gossip
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| Beauty in your face, but your body’s movin' gothic
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| Toxic, logic, girl, I know you hate my logic
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| My heart right from my sleeve, then you put it in your pocket
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| You smoke your cigarettes
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| Girl, it’s a perfect perfume
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| Pretty, your silhouette
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| I swear that I’m lost when you
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| You hate the internet
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| I’m sure that it hates you too (It hates you too)
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| She’s in Toyko again, eh
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| She meditates to find her zen, oh
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| She love women, she hate men (Woah)
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| I’m sure that she hates me too
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| She drink wine without her friend, eh
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| She don’t fuck with many trends, eh
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| She’s so real, she don’t pretend (Woah)
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| I’m sure that she hates me too |