| I’ve had good times with some bad guys
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| I’ve told whole lies with a half smile
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| Held your bare bones with my clothes on
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| I’ve thrown rocks, then hid both my arms
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| I don’t know what good it serves
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| Pouring my purse in the dirt
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| But I-I-I-I-I don’t wanna be your cheerleader no more
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| I-I-I-I-I don’t wanna be your cheerleader no more
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| I’ve played dumb when I knew better
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| Tried too hard just to be clever
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| I know honest thieves I call family
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| I’ve seen America with no clothes on
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| But I-I-I-I-I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
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| I-I-I-I-I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
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| I don’t know what I deserve
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| But, for you, I could work
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
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| I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
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| I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
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| I don’t wanna be a bird eater no more
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| I don’t wanna be a dirt eater no more
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| I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more |