| God, I have to know
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| Is it really true?
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| I refuse to believe in The stuff they write about you
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| You always look real depressive
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| But thatґs what makes you cute
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| Say it ainґt so, say it ainґt so Have you become a fruit?
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| Vaseline bizniz, improves your record sales
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| Vaseline bizniz, you know it never fails
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| Vaseline bizniz, will make you interesting
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| When youґre too pissed to dance and too high to sing
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| My teenage dream is fucked
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| Although you donґt know
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| While I plan for our marriage
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| You find some handsome guy to blow
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| Then you speak about it frankly
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| In an in-depth interview
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| And I slip into denial
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| ґCos I know it isnґt true
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| Vaseline bizniz, improves your record sales
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| Vaseline bizniz, you it never fails
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| Vaseline bizniz, will make you interesting
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| When youґre too pissed to dance and youґre too stoned to sing
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| Yeah, I had a bad time
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| My heart was torn in two
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| Burned all my posters
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| Thought Iґd never make it through
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| But I worship another boy-group now
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| Everybody else sucks!
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| I even got their autographs
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| Take that, you backstreet cocks! |