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A hooker with a heart of gold |
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A cheap date that can't be sold |
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Won't send you to an early grave |
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But Jesus looked down and said "Son, |
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I know a doubter when I see one, |
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Ambition stands out like a sore thumb" |
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You just laughed and said, |
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"Well no one here forgets your past |
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So you ran, baby ran, |
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Yea, you ran, baby ran, |
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Yea, you ran. |
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I don't love you |
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I just love myself. |
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The meek had a meeting of minds |
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Consistent hypocrisy..hey! that's alright |
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Let's overthrow this old guard |
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So hands off the virgin prom queen |
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You can't fool old friends with limousines |
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But it won't send you to an early grave |
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You just laughed and said, |
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"Well no one here forgets your past |
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So you ran, baby ran, |
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Yea, you ran, baby ran, |
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Yea, you ran. |
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You just laughed and said, |
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"Well no one here forgets your past |
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So you ran, baby ran, |
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Yea, you ran, baby ran, |
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Yea, you ran. |
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Your frightful past |
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Can't be president. |
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Your frightful past. |
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You're on your own. |
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You just laughed and said, |
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"Well no one here forgets your past |
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I said, "Hey baby, you're right" |
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I said, "Hey baby, you're right, |
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You're right" |
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You just laughed and said, |
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"The city won't get off my back." |
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So, you ran, baby ran |
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Yea, you ran, baby ran |
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Yea, you ran. |
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I don't love you |
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I just love myself. |
