| Skinny white, skinny white
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| Skinny white, skinny white
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| Skinny white thing
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| White thing, white thing
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| Skinny white thing you’re the king
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| You’re the queen of them all
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| You’ve got style, you’ve got looks
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| But your brain’s off the hook, hanging in the hall
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| In the car, in the bar or out on the street
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| There’s always a crowd that falls at your feet
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| Not the girls you meet
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| Ain’t it great to be fake
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| Skinny white thing
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| Livin' in your own wet dream
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| Strut like a king and you pout like a queen
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| Skinny white thing
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| You might be fine, unique
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| Attention so you seek
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| And if the mirror could walk
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| It would jump up and kiss you on the cheek
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| And you love the haze of clubs and places
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| With drippy girls and smiling faces
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| What did you take?
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| Ain’t it great to be fake
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| Skinny white thing
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| Livin' in your own wet dream
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| Strut like a king and you pout like a queen
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| Skinny white thing
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| Oh no
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| Phoney and fake
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| (Fake, fake, fake)
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| Like the drugs that you take
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| Phoney and fake
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| (Fake, fake, fake)
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| Like the people you rate
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| Phoney and fake
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| (Fake, fake, fake)
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| Like your father’s estate
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| Phoney and fake
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| Like the girls that you mate
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| Skinny white thing
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| Livin' in your own wet dream
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| Strut like a king and you pout like a queen
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| Skinny white thing
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| Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing
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| Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing
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| Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing
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| Skinny white thing
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| Skinny white
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| Skinny white
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| Skinny white |