| Um, excuse me teacher
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| I’ve gotta go to the recycling toilet
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| I’m gonna let them take over the story from here (All clear)
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| It begins with the superstar addressing her duplicant army
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| In a mysterious hanger
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| Silence!
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| My darling, you are so beautiful and dutiful
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| I’m superstar, life maker, soul breaker, hit maker, love taker
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| Don’t you mess around with me
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| Ten thousand superstars, I’m getting out my claws
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| Ready to break all the laws, I told you I was the best there was
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| Each duplicant think of ten celebrities
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| These will be your personal enemies
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| Take away their jobs and give it to me
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| We’re gonna be the only celebrity
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| Then we can always be there for the photo shoot, the movie role, the recording
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| The clothing line, the perfume, the adori, my ratings and chart positions soring
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| Don’t want a two thou for this happiness
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| Anyway, settle for the best you have
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| You are all equal, but some more equal than others
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| My sequel, but you are not people
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| No free wills, no thrills, no gettin' ill
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| Unless it’s ill meaning ill, not ill meaning sick
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| Quick, everybody line up, no time to think
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| Get the branding ink
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| You will be burned a number with my brand CC
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| Now duplicants, listen to me
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| Every reality show, movie role
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| Every famous job must be filled with one of my clones
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| Superstar food, superstar books
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| Everybody copy superstar looks
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| Like the hook this year, makin' my money off the book this year
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| But let’s be clear
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| If you descent you’ll be sent to the vent
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| Emptied and shelved, soul in the hole
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| Here are the rules and did I mention, there is no exception
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| Come on baby, don’t you love me
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| When you see me, don’t you love me
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| Come on baby, don’t you love me
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| When you see me, don’t you love me
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| Ugh, shut up duplicants, listen up
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| Your weight will fluctuate to more than one tenth of an ounce
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| Your songs will bounce in count
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| Your feelings are not allowed and you are my slaves so don’t make a sound
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| You will not fall in love unless it’s a career?
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| Learn the art of snoozering, pandering me and glandering, I’m very demanding
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| Excuse me, what’s that over there
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| Me getting old, cease her, zap her soul
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| Dolly I want a refund on my clone, you gots to go
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| Off to the vent you go (no, no) go! |
| (no, no!)
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| I’m gonna conquer the world, meaning the United States and it’s outskirts
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| So good it hurts, can you see the perks
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| And for every other star it’s only gonna get worse
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| My voice play all on every music station in every nation
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| Including the tiny colony on Mars, merchandise on all liveable stars
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| On every channel on TV, movin' pictures of me
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| Virtual vid game screens on magazines, and direct connect dreams
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| Now I can be everywhere it seems
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| I will not be a household name
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| I will hold the household, hold the pot and pots of gold
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| Lots to go, I gots to roll
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| And once more, when I’m winnin' the world game
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| The word 'fame' will never know what hit it
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| Let’s go bad girls we in it to win it
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| Let’s go you bad bad girls
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| Bad girls NYC |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Mysterious Hanger , by - Princess Superstar. Song from the album My Machine, in the genre Электроника