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people love it when a beautiful woman self-destructs |
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like a tiger in a cage or a bug under glass |
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people point but don't touch |
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but beautiful boys get away with so much |
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they get away with murder |
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they can be wasted and dirty and cruel |
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'cause they know there's always another girl |
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and you want her |
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you want her you want her |
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you really want her |
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oh she's a mirage |
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in the desert |
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she's like water |
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boy genuises can be ugly and fat |
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but they don't cut their girls any slack |
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girls are advised to not think about the future or the past |
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it matters not where they came from or whether or not they endure |
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what matters is if they can make all heads turn |
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'cause there's always another girl |
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you want her |
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you want her you want her |
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you really want her |
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you're hot and you're thirsty |
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and you're in the desert |
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and she's like water |
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she smiles until her face is petrified and begins to crack |
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she wraps her hands in plastic bags at night |
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she wants to preserve what she has |
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and you want her |
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you want her you want her |
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you really want her |
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you're hot and you're bothered and you're thirsty |
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and you're in the desert |
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and she's like water |
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they pluck their hairs one by one |
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and stand on their hands |
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it's no fun |
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they cut their skin |
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and it hurts to know |
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there's always another girl |
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don't you love it when a beautiful woman self-destructs |
