| Daddy told me look into the future
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| Sit at your computer, be a good girl
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| And Mama said remember your a lady,
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| Think before your play and straighten your curls,
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| Well everybodys talking like i’m crazy
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| Danger is a lazy girl with no soul
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| But i’ve seen it all from where i’m hiding
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| Baby cause i’m sliding, out of control
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| Here I go, on the road crank the stereo
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| I flick my finger to the world below
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| Here I am, dirty hands, i don’t give a damn
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| Shut your mouth and lets give a show
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| I don’t need no good advice
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| I’m already wasted
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| I don’t need some other life
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| Cold and complicated
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| I don’t need no Sunday trips
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| Tea and sympathising
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| I don’t need no special fix
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| To anaesthetise me Daddy always told me to remember,
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| Leave the boys, till later, don’t you drop down
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| Mama said I’d never get to heaven
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| Hang out till eleven, with the wrong crowd
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| Everybody’s talking like I’m only
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| Just another phony girl who can’t play
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| But i dig the music that i’m making
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| Baby, and i’ll break it into your brain
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| Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo
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| I flick my finger to the world below
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| Here I am, dirty hands, i don’t give a damn
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| Shut your mouth and lets give a show
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| I don’t need no good advice
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| I’m already wasted
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| I don’t need some other life
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| Cold and complicated
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| I don’t need no Sunday trips
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| Tea and sympathising
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| I don’t need no special fix
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| To anaesthetise me Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo
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| I flick my finger to the world below
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| Here I am, dirty hands, i don’t give a damn
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| Shut your mouth and lets give a show
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| I don’t need no good advice
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| I’m already wasted
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| I don’t need some other life
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| Cold and complicated
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| I don’t need no Sunday trips
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| Tea and sympathising
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| I don’t need no special fix
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| To anaesthetise me I don’t need no good advice,
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| No well intentioned sacrifice,
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| I don’t need no Sunday trips,
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| no chocolate box or sweety kicks
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| iI don’t need no beauty sleep,
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| Don’t need to count no dirty sheep,
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| I don’t need no bedtime prayer,
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| 'Cause frankly I don’t even care. |