| I met a girl last night — she said, ‘they call me Miss America.
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| ‘n I wear them stars and stripes but for the right price… I'll be anything you
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| like.
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| oh yeah, for the right price…'
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| she has to have her magazines to help her go to sleep
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| she says, ‘I used to run round Central Park but lately I’ve been feeling weak.
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| I’ll just grab something quick to eat… for the right price.
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| oh yeah, the right price…'
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| ‘And these cigarettes will be my death if it ain’t this goddamn heat.
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| and sometimes I don’t know who I am — I don’t act right
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| but I will convince myself that it’s alright
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| yeh, I will convince myself that someone will save me from the night.'
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| yeah, she’ll go missing for days but nothing can ever shake her shame,
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| ‘Too many have died in my name…'
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| but, man, you oughta see her face — the color of every race.
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| she could’ve been an actress
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| she says, ‘I'd never lie about my past but I will convince myself…
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| for the right price.
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| yeh, I will convince myself that it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright,
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| it’s alright…
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| yeh, I will convince myself that someone will help — yeh, I will convince
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| myself…' |