| I don’t want to be your party doll
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| All flaked out in Tinsel Town
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| With a circus mouth shooting all directions
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| And TV ads that sell erections
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| 'Cause I got no clue what they want to do with you
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| Well, it’s getting through, getting through to you
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| While living outside in the misdemeanor
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| Well, some get lost, some are screamers
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| And it’s easy to tell the great pretenders
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| They got the broken wings and flip top fenders
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| I don’t know what they’re gonna to do with you
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| Hey, might get through, getting through to you
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| Well, I don’t want to be your suffering box, yeah
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| Argue art or untie those knots
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| Don’t want to be your bad connection
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| Fit into your reality vision
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| See 'cause I got no clue what they want to do with you, yeah
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| Well, it’s just getting through, getting through to you |