| Just like the lady in the blue dress
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| You’ve got cigarettes on your breath
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| Hairspray and some cheap perfume
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| I’ll put a little sour in your sweet
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| You’ve got so much fucking tongue and cheek
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| You want what you could never have
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| You say that you want respect
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| Well then you better get some for yourself
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| 'Cause all that I see right now
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| Is someone who’s lost and insecure
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| So you say that I am rated X
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| You suffer from the lack of sex
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| Black heart and your lipstick smeared
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| Your points are trite and I’m too sober
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| To deal with you running over
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| Your same pathetic cliché lines
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| You say that you want respect
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| Well then you better get some for yourself
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| 'Cause all that I see right now
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| Is someone who’s lost and insecure
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| Don’t try to be cute with me
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| 'Cause I know you hate yourself
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| And you’d end your stupid life now
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| But you’re too spineless
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| Just like the lady in the blue dress
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| You’ve got cigarettes on your breath
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| Hairspray and some cheap perfume
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| You say that you want respect
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| Well then you better get some for yourself
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| 'Cause all that I see right now
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| Is someone who’s lost and insecure |