| Sugarwater hot pink like it’s Jamaica
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| On the mic I look just like it, I think
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| 'Cause I’m a fighter, I’m a mighty woman
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| Glow under light bars with lighters up
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| Inviting you to ride in my white car
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| I’m not allowed to drive it 'cause my license is gone
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| But I can ride in it for radio
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| And like every song, and sing along at any volume
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| While I fight the urge to call you (call you)
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| So I’m gonna put my heels on
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| I can walk about a hundred feet
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| Until I stumble over flyers for your show on the street
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| 'Cause I’m a 10-speed on a chain of fake gold
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| Best sleep when I’m laying alone
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| I’m breathing fire, if you’re leaving, bye, goodbye
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| You say I’m salty, but I’m just tryna add a little seasoning
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| I know I make it awkward when I don’t explain my reasoning
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| I hear about it every time I poke at you to work
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| I’m your alarm and your nanny, wanna iron all your shirts
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| I’ll write it down, write it good enough to put it on my status
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| You’re crawling up the lattice with your vines
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| Running fingers up the trellis, you’re Elvis at the table doing lines
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| And I’m leaving 'cause I’m jealous, 'cause you’re mine
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| You’re sitting in the mirror, you splattered it with all of your spit
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| I’m rubbing powder on my chin, it’s on account of my zits
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| I’m in the bathtub splashing on my yarn while I knit
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| You’re dropping acid here while I babysit, you never listen
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| 10-speed on a chain of fake gold
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| Best sleep when I’m laying alone
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| I’m breathing fire, if you’re leaving, bye, goodbye
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| So mean when you stay too long
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| So weak, but I play it so strong
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| I’m breathing fire, if you’re leaving, bye, goodbye
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| The name of the band is Talking Heads
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| But you always add a «the» to the beginning
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| It’s superfluous, and similar to me
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| I tell you everything and get you doing everything I tell you
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| Like an elephant, they get to pull the tent up at the circus
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| In a dead zone, wandering and never getting service
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| I can mend those socks now — maybe that’s the purpose
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| I been searching for since I was seventeen
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| And all the ugly little hearts
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| I’m getting over
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| And you’re helping 'cause you love me
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| Drinking Blue Moon bottles and I feel like Billie Holiday
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| And talking like Sinatra, saying anything I wanna say
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| I’m getting topless and I wonder what my mom would say
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| But I don’t give a fuck 'cause I’m a grown-up and that’s what we do
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| That’s what we do, and that’s what we do
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| I’m in the bathroom, I just make you mad, huh?
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| 10-speed on a chain of fake gold
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| Best sleep when I’m laying alone
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| I’m breathing fire, if you’re leaving, bye, goodbye
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| So mean when you stay too long
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| So weak, but I play it so strong
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| I’m breathing fire, if you’re leaving, bye, goodbye
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| Sugarwater dripping from you, it’s all I wanna eat
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| I’m like a hummingbird and unconcerned about it 'cause it’s sweet
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| I’ll let you creep like a rose vine crawling up the trellis
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| And we know what it is and can’t afford to be jealous
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| I go to hell and back, I do it all for you 'cause you deserve it
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| I don’t tell you that 'cause you think I don’t try
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| I don’t tell you that 'cause you think I don’t try
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| 10-speed on a chain of fake gold
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| Best sleep when I’m laying alone
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| I’m breathing fire, if you’re leaving, bye, goodbye |