| Oh no, another shit Saturday night
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| My jeans don’t fit and the money is tight
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| Adele is working down at the charity shop
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| They got a pair of boots in so maybe she’ll swap
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| For my Biba blouse and my pink feather boa
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| Is shedding all its feathers I don’t wanna live no more
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| I got my diamante and my stick-on stars
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| I got my New York Dolls, I got my Spiders From Mars
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| Trash Glam Baby, it’s a trash can world
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| Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb
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| Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
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| Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights
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| In class they teach «World Civilizations»
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| I can’t get my head around the whole situation
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| I mean how can you have an adult conversation
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| Without talking about Trash Glam Nation
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| Trash Glam Baby, it’s a trash can world
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| Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb
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| Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
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| Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights
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| Trash Glam Baby, trash can world
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| Glitter ball honey, glitter bomb
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| Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
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| Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights
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| Yeah I’m a Tank Top Terrorist, I’m making the scene
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| My fishnets gotten ladders all along the seams
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| I’m your basic vacant youth if you know what I mean
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| It ain’t Retro, it’s just Metro 2017
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| Trash Glam Baby, it’s a trash can world
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| Through the glitter ball honey, through the glitter bomb
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| Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
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| Maybe getting burned dancing too close to the lights
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| Another shit Saturday night
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| Another shit Saturday night
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| My jeans don’t fit and the money is tight
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| Another shit Saturday night |