| People love it when a beautiful woman self-destructs
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| Like a tiger in a cage or a bug under glass
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| People point but don’t touch
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| But beautiful boys get away with so much
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| They get away with murder
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| They can be wasted and dirty and cruel
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| 'cause they know there’s always another girl
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| And you want her
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| You want her you want her
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| You really want her
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| Oh she’s a mirage
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| In the desert
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| She’s like water
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| Boy genuises can be ugly and fat
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| But they don’t cut their girls any slack
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| Girls are advised to not think about the future or the past
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| It matters not where they came from or whether or not they endure
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| What matters is if they can make all heads turn
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| 'cause there’s always another girl
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| You want her
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| You want her you want her
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| You really want her
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| You’re hot and you’re thirsty
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| And you’re in the desert
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| And she’s like water
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| She smiles until her face is petrified and begins to crack
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| She wraps her hands in plastic bags at night
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| She wants to preserve what she has
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| And you want her
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| You want her you want her
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| You really want her
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| You’re hot and you’re bothered and you’re thirsty
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| And you’re in the desert
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| And she’s like water
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| They pluck their hairs one by one
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| And stand on their hands
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| It’s no fun
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| They cut their skin
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| And it hurts to know
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| There’s always another girl
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| Don’t you love it when a beautiful woman self-destructs |