| As you crawl on all fours
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| A dirty mouth licks clean the floor
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| You were lighting them up and stomping them out
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| That little black book is full of the red faces you’ve pulled
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| Painting the town and dragging it down
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| She’s got so many vices
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| She dies ten times a night
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| I can do shameless too
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| And this one goes out to you
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| I can do shameless too
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| They waited all night for you
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| When she drinks, she drinks neat
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| When she thinks, it’s on her feet
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| «I'm just sinning, do you mind?
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| I’m falling behind.»
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| So she’s bleached all that hair
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| And hit the stage in underwear
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| The parents get blamed
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| It’s always the same
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| She’s got so many vices
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| She dies ten times a night
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| I can do shameless too
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| And this one goes out to you
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| I can do shameless too
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| They waited all night for you
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| It’s going simple shamelessly
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| And she’ll conduct the symphony
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| A soundtrack to her infamy
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| If this is the revolution then pardon me
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| I’m leaving, I’m leaving, I’m leaving tonight
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| I can do shameless too
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| And this one goes out to you
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| I can do shameless too
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| They waited all night for you
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| She’s got so many vices
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| She dies ten times a night |