| Welcome to Hollywood Girl
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| My dance has passed.
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| Welcome to Hollywood girl.
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| Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore.
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| Combine the throbbin’in my head
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| with the rhythm of my fucking feet.
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| Say a novena for all those lost
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| and read the bloodstains on the sheets.
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| I’ve whored myself for less than this
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| and I’ve prayed to appear to fed.
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| As I knelt on my pillow God,
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| I clenched the fucking fists and banged my head.
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| Who could ever.
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| Who the fuck could ever.
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| Take the place of me?
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| Now I kiss up to God my fists
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| and I pray to keep my head
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| though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
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| and my fists all fucking red.
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| Through sickness and health,
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| I’ve kissed up to God two years, I have focused.
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| On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust.
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| Who could ever.
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| Who the fuck could ever.
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| Take the place of me?
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| Who could ever.
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| Who the fuck could ever.
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| No one can the place of me?
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| Wipe…
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| Wipe off your mouth.
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| Get up off your knees and make me your god.
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| Who could ever,
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| Who the fuck could ever?
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| It’s sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore,
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| You cost what you’re worth.
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| Followed by a boy like this,
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| Reignited by all your visits.
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| As long as your mouth is shut you’ll still be fuckin beautiful.
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| Pack your shit and leave, and take my memories of her with you.
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| (I don’t need to know)
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| …And take her fucking with you |