| And there’s no clothes I can buy
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| Make me feel like myself
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| She said
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| So I put on clothes
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| To make me look feel like someone else
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| Instead
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| As a matter of fact I don’t like to be seen
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| Cause I’m not satisfied with myself She said
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| You better hit her
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| She said She said She said She said
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| She’s dead
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| There no perfume I can buy
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| Make me smell like myself
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| So I put on perfume
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| To make me smell like someone else
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| In bed
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| And as a matter of fact
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| I don’t like to be scented
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| I don’t like to smell myself
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| She Said
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| You better hit her
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| She said, she said, she said.
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| She sad She staid
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| But I’m not afraid
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| Of being more than pretty
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| While your getting paid
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| To wind yourselves up untill you drop
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| Yeah.
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| There no one I can talk to like
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| I talk to myself
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| She said
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| So I play games to make them
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| Think I’m someone else
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| It’s inbred
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| As a matter of fact
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| I don’t like to be seen
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| Cause I’m not satisfied
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| With myself She said
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| You better hit her
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| I’m not afraid
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| Of being more than pretty
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| While your getting paid
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| To wind yourselves up untill you drop
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| She said, she said, she said.
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| She’s dead, she’s dead she’s sad she’s played
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| It’s ingrained she’s stained she’s played she’s trade
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| I’ve ****ed up inside my own head and what the **** am doing
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| In a place like this I know exactry why I’m here ---- me |