| She’s on the prowl
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| She wants it all
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| And she’ll stop at nothing
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| Everyone knows
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| She’s well aware of the fact
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| That her self respect was long lost
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| On her search for something
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| First in line
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| To give it up to the guy at the bar
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| Buying two drinks at a time
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| One track mind
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| It’s disgusting that she thinks
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| She’s got it all figured out
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| But what she doesn’t know
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| Is that to us she’s just another one of them
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| Girls like you are a dime a dozen
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| Just leave! |
| Just leave!
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| We’re all better off without your disease, disease!
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| Take your pick from the willing
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| But you’ll never get me
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| It’s obvious the stage is all that you see
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| So take your pick from the willing
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| But you’ll never get me
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| Just go!
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| The innocent look on her face is all fake
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| She’s worn out and worn down
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| From all the one night stands
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| Never any interest in a real man
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| Or a love that will last
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| Oh what a waste!
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| What a waste of a beautiful face
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| (What a beautiful face)
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| Was it the way she was raised
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| Or just the terrible choices she’s chosen to make?
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| Every night it’s all the same
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| She steals another heart so she can drop another name
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| Oh what a shame!
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| You’re all the same
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| You’re all the same!
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| All dressed up in purple and pink
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| She’ll do whatever it takes to get to VIP
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| She thinks everyone wants to see her down on her knees
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| But what she doesn’t know is everyone just wants her to leave!
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| Just leave! |
| Just leave!
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| We’re all better off without your disease, disease!
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| Take your pick from the willing
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| But you’ll never get me
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| It’s obvious the stage is all that you see
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| So take your pick from the willing
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| But you’ll never get me
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| I can feel her staring at me
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| From across the room
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| She’s got the worst of intentions
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| And she smells like trouble and cheap perfume
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| She’s got one thing on her mind
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| Her target locked in sight
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| She never gets denied
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| But tonight she’ll be surprised
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| She knows every word to every song I write
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| So let’s have a sing-a-long
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| Hello, hello, hello and goodbye!
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| One track mind
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| You wanna check me off the list? |
| Ya right!
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| The stage is all you see
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| So take your pick from the willing
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| But you’ll never get me! |