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Valerie Felony needs a chauffeur and a fake |
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ID And her charming art is larceny |
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And nothing is fun |
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Because when all your friends are easy breezy |
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Down on their knees, |
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Love's just a business, |
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You're so eager to please |
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So don't be a baby, baby |
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Don't be a tease - |
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And if you stay over, |
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When I wake, you'd better be gone |
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Oh, Cindy |
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Facsimile, |
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She's a carbon-copied honeybee |
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And her eyes are wild as |
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PCP And she's got a gun |
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And she takes picture in the mirror |
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As she's been told to do, |
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Jet-black mascara as she's staring through you |
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She's even given herself a nickname, too, |
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But it won't catch on, because it's dumb |
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And doesn't make sense |
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And I-I-I- |
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I-I know I'm settling for you |
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And I know tomorrow |
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I'll regret the things |
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I do But when we're in this deep, |
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Oh, we know that this much is true, ' |
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Cause we're all up and we're still spun |
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A twelve-pack and the damage done |
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All in all, it's not enough - |
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She drinks cocktails when she wakes up, |
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And her breath smells just like cough syrup |
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All throughout the day |
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But Casey |
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Cliche stays away from strays |
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She likes her dirtbags clean |
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She likes the right rock n roll, |
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But don't know what it means |
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In all her glory stories, |
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Nothing's quite as it seams |
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But even if it's bullshit, |
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From those red lips |
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I'll trust every word |
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And I-I-I- |
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I-I know I'm settling for you |
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And I know tomorrow |
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I'll regret the things |
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I do But when we're in this deep, |
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Oh, we know that this much is true, ' |
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Cause we're all up and we're still spun |
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A twelve-pack and the damage done (I think it's contagious!) |
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And I-I-I- |
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I-I know I'm settling for you |
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And I know tomorrow |
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I'll regret the things |
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I do But when we're in this deep, |
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Oh, we know that this much is true, ' |
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Cause we're all up and we're still spun |
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A twelve-pack and the damage done |
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And I-I-I- |
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I-I know I'm settling for you |
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And I know tomorrow |
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I'll regret the things |
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I do But when we're in this deep, |
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Oh, we know that this much is true, ' |
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Cause we're all up and we're still spun |
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A twelve-pack and the damage done |
