| I’m a blond bombshell and I wear it well
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| You’re momma says you go straight to hell
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| I’m sweet sixteen and a rebel queen
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| I look real hot in my tight blue jeans
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| Dead end kids in the danger zone
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| All of you are drunk or stoned
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| Dead end kids you’re not alone
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| You sleep in the street when you’re not at home
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| Long hot summers make you wanna fight
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| The roar of the city lasts all night
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| You like drugs you like brew
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| You won’t believe what I can do to you
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| Dead end kids in the danger zone
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| All of you are drunk or stoned
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| Dead end kids you’re not alone
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| You sleep in the street when you’re not at home
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| I got away clean with my fake ID
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| No more school or mommy for me Stealing cars and breaking hearts
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| Pills and thrills and acting smart
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| Dead end kids in the danger zone
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| All of you are drunk or stoned
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| Dead end kids you’re not alone
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| You sleep in the street when you’re not at home
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| In the naked city
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| Spaces ain’t that pretty
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| As I was getting dusted
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| I happened to get busted
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| Oh yes I was arrested
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| Oh god how I protested
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| They beat me with a board |
| It hurt just like a sword
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| They kicked me in the eye
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| My brain began to fry
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| This is like a movie
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| I know I’m gonna scream
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| All the pain that I feel
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| Makes me feel mean
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| It’s so sad and crazy here
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| I think I’m gonna cry
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| If I don’t wake up from this dream
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| I think I’m gonna… die
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| Where am !?
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| Your in a cheap run down teenage jail thats where
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| Oh my god!
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| Yeah blondie your gonna be here till your 18 so get used to it Behind the bars, there’s a superstar
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| Who never had a chance
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| She could sing, she could dance |