| I’ve got lipstick on my front teeth
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| I’m full of pills but i don’t feel good yet
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| Tied up running out of good luck
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| Eyeliner tears are running down my neck
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| Make up, chewing gum and hair spray
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| I know tomorrow’s gonna taste like this
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| Wrap the world up in a suitcase
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| And there’s a million wanna shake my fist
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| There’s a world in front of me
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| I know tomorrow’s gonna taste like cake
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| There’s easy money for the freaks
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| A million friends that don’t know what my name is
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| I could be flavor of the weekend
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| I smell like roses and i taste like cake
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| Wake up sleeping on the pavement
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| Everybody needs a friend down there
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| I don’t really wanna leave
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| I know tomorrow’s gonna taste like cake
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| There’s easy money for the freaks
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| There’s television on but who cares anyway?
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| There’s a world in front of me
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| I know tomorrow’s gonna taste like cake
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| There’s easy money for the freaks
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| A million friends that don’t know what my name is
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| I don’t really wanna leave
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| I know tomorrow’s gonna taste like cake
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| There’s easy money for the freaks
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| There’s television on but who cares anyway? |