| Girlfriend, really, what can I say?
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| I’m sick of seeing you half-dressed in bit parts
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| Sick of trying to get where you’re at
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| Of wasting every lemon to size eight
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| Super nailed and wafer-thin
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| Perfect posture, perfect skin
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| Super nailed and wafer-thin
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| I can’t see it’s
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| Love, when you lose everything
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| Down to any semblance of backbone
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| Love, lipstick, fashion, and sex
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| Looks like you’re addicted to beauty
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| Super nailed and wafer-thin
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| I can’t see it
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| And you make canvas out of swine, you slugger
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| Just like liquid as you are, but it’s over
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| And you make canvas out of crime
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| It’s all that I can sit there
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| It feels better if I try, but it’s over
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| Super nailed, and wafer-thin
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| I pray to God the world won’t kill us
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| Super nailed, and wafer-thin
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| I pray that…
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| Super nailed, and wafer-thin
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| I pray to God the world won’t kill us
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| Super nailed, and wafer-thin
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| I pray |