| These girls are cut out from magazines
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| Wearing pride on fashionable sleeves
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| Corner boys with swerving glances
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| Settle into landmark trances
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| Those poor bastards never stand a chance
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| And I know you would like to leave me shaking
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| From all the things that you’re insinuating
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| Don’t you say now look at what you made me
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| 'Cause I don’t give a damn about you now
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| You once said that beauty lies in truth
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| Mother’s curves and ignorance of youth
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| Lonely now with this disease
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| Your desperation aims to please
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| While starving for attention on your knees
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| And I know you would like to leave me shaking
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| From all the things that you’re insinuating
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| Don’t you say now look at what you made me
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| 'Cause I don’t give a damn about you now
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| Wait, I think you’re better off just getting, just getting some sleep
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| 'Cause you’ve been drinking like you need it again
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| And hey, you know you were beautiful when you were, when you were like me yeah
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| But how you slipping at the start of the end
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| Wait I think your better off just getting, just getting some sleep
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| 'Cause you’ve been drinking like you need it again
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| And I know you would like to leave me shaking
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| From all the things that you’re insinuating
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| Don’t you say now look at what you made me
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| 'Cause I don’t give a damn about you, I don’t give a damn about you now |