| This guy, he’s such a creep
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| He’s boring me to death and breathing down my neck
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| I’m so alone in crowds of people
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| I thought this was the dream
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| To wear these fancy clothes
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| But where’s my self-respect?
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| Surrounded by annoying seagulls
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| It’s too late to start feelin' sorry
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| It’s too late, it’s me wished for it
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| Can I leave this party?
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| Why can’t I leave this party?
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| 'Cause everybody’s fuckin' lame
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| All my life
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| All I wanted was to be the too cool type
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| Be what everybody wanted to be like
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| But truth is, I don’t know if it’s really me
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| All my life
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| All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly
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| Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys
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| But it’s a lie
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| Truth is, we’re all fuckin' lame
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| I write the things alone
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| Then meet and greet with peeps who wanna be someone
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| The worse part is, I’m just as phoney
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| I think we missed the joke
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| We fake bright smiles upon white lies
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| I feel so numb
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| This sad part is that no one knows me
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| It’s too late to start feelin' sorry
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| It’s too late, it’s me wished for it
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| Can I leave this party?
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| Why can’t I leave this party?
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| 'Cause everybody’s fuckin' lame
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| All my life
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| All I wanted was to be the too cool type
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| Be what everybody wanted to be like
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| But truth is, I don’t know if it’s really me
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| All my life
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| All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly
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| Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys
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| But it’s a lie
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| Truth is, we’re all fuckin' lame
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| Wanna waste champagne that I know I’ll throw up later
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| Here’s a kick-ass song and a finger for my haters
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| They’re just bein' jealous just like Shaquille O’Neal
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| I’m big, rich, and famous, yeah, let me keep it real
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| I wanna waste champagne that I know I’ll throw up later
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| Here’s a kick-ass song and a finger for my haters, yeah
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| They’re just bein' jealous, but everybody’s jealous of me
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| Me, me, me, me
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| All my life
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| All I wanted was to be the too cool type
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| Be what everybody wanted to be like
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| But truth is, I don’t know if it’s really me
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| All my life
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| All I wanted was to be Miss Super Fly
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| Be the girl who dated all the hyped-up guys
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| But it’s a lie
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| Truth is, we’re all fuckin' lame
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| Lame
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| Lame
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| La-la-lame, lame
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| Truth is, we’re all fuckin' lame |