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Daddy told me look into the future |
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Sit at your computer, be a good girl |
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And Mama said remember you're a lady, |
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Think before your play and straighten your curls, |
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Well everybody's talking like i'm crazy |
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Dangerous and lazy girl with no soul |
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But I've seen it all from where i'm hiding |
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Baby cos I'm sliding, out of control |
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(BRIDGE) |
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Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo |
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I flick my finger to the world below |
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Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn |
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Shut your mouth because it might show |
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(CHORUS) |
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I don't need no good advice |
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I'm already wasted |
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I don't need some other life |
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Cold and complicated |
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I don't need no Sunday trips |
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Tea and sympathising |
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I don't need no special fix |
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To anaesthetise me |
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Daddy always told me to remember, |
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Leave the boys til later, don't you drop down |
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Mama said I'd never get to heaven |
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Hanging til eleven, with the wrong crowd |
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Everybody's talking like I'm only |
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Just another phony girl with no place |
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But I dig the music that i'm making |
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Baby and I'll break it into your brain |
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(BRIDGE) |
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Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo |
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I flick my finger to the world below |
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Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn |
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Shut your mouth because it might show |
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(CHORUS) |
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I don't need no good advice |
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I'm already wasted |
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I don't need some other life |
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Cold and complicated |
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I don't need no Sunday trips |
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Tea and sympathising |
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I don't need no special fix |
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To anaesthetise me |
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(BRIDGE) |
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Here I go, on the road, crank the stereo |
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I flick my finger to the world below |
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Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn |
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Shut your mouth because might show |
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(CHORUS) |
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I don't need no good advice |
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I'm already wasted |
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I don't need some other life |
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Cold and complicated |
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I don't need no Sunday trips |
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Tea and sympathising |
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I don't need no special fix |
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To anaesthetise me |
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I don't need no good advice |
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No well-intentioned sacrifice |
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And I don't need no Sunday trips |
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No chocolate box or speed for kicks |
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Hell I don't need no beauty sleep |
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No need to count those dirty sheep |
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And I don't need no bedtime prayer |
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Cos frankly I don't even care |