| My, well isn’t that mighty wonderful baggage miss?
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| Remember when that sentiment was meant for bellmen busting their backs for tips?
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| It’s sad that it’s glamorous to have the chicks
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| With the ugliest damages in front of these cameras
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| How many shows do you know boast underfed famine-ists
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| And hosts of overweight folks who don’t get enough of the sandwiches?
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| It doesn’t attract interest seeing someone amass riches
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| Or coming to grasp fitness even half as much as the crash pictures
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| It’s a crass sickness isn’t it?
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| How many meritless heiresses will it take
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| To bury America’s head in the sand or ever embarrass us?
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| The difference between 'em and tweens wishing to be 'em
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| Is whether or not these idiots ever get jobs, they get an inheritance
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| But everyone’s doing it, so what’s not to like?
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| Get your fame and your shame on under helicopter lights
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| It’s not okay. | 
| It’s not alright
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| We’re all gonna rot inside from the crap that we watch all night
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| But the joke’s on you
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| That’s what they want you to do
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| Let’s not open our eyes
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| Till it’s too late to choose
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| What a lucky bunch of little brats just look at the times we live in
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| The lives we’re living almost seem like we took 'em from science fiction
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| But is anyone happier? | 
| Did you find enrichment
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| With more than folks before but you’re just doing more crying and bitching?
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| Won’t all the guys be smitten when you finally fit in
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| The size you did when you were six and all thanks to that fine physician?
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| Don’t you know trying is sickening and caring is uncool?
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| Think of all the television time that you can spare from a dunce stool
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| Staring at some foolhardy parent who hardly cares a
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| Bit if her kid ever does school if she wins some darn tiara
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| And the part that’s scarier is the «everyone look at me!» | 
| chant
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| That makes some cruel smarty pants kid say he was a fan of a shooting spree
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| Something must have rot away. | 
| Someone must have got their price
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| Everyone has got theirs, eh, but it was a lot though right?
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| I’m not okay. | 
| This is not alright
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| If the plot don’t change soon no one’s gonna want their life
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| But the joke’s on you
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| That’s what they want you to do
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| Let’s not open our eyes
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| Till it’s too late to choose
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| The joke’s on you
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| That’s what they want you to do
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| Let’s not open our eyes
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| Till it’s too late to choose |