| Britney, I can feel your sadness.
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| The world is filled with madness,
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| and everybody takes it out on you
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| and there’s nothing you can do but
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| girl I want you to know
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| that I’m not one of those
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| because I don’t care what they all say,
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| I’d still have sex with you any day… any day.
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| Britney, nobody really knows you.
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| Yet they all think they can judge you.
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| Although I’m not a fan of your music,
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| the way they treat you girl it makes me sick and,
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| just know that I can hear your cries
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| and I’d still love to get between those thighs,
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| because I don’t care what they all say,
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| I’d still have sex with you any day… any day.
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| And if you want to marry meeeeee,
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| as long as I don’t have to sign a pre-nup
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| I agreeeeeeeeeeeeeee…
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| (so that if, God forbid, we ever get a divorce,
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| I’d be legally entitled to half of your estate.)
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| because I don’t care what they all say,
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| no I don’t care what they all say,
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| I’d still tap that ass… any day. |