| Primadonna, there’s no rules for you
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| Keep running your mouth 'til your cheeks turn blue
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| You play your shit like it’s something new
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| Too many people care about what you do
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| Throw on some black clothes, get a few tattoos
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| Silly boys, you can’t play songs written for you
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| You’re so processed, you think you’re a success
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| Get rid of all your friends that you think you’re better than
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| Walk the walk and talk the talk
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| Look the part and smile
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| When the works been done for you
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| You’re all set for a while
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| Empty of emotion, devoid of meaning
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| They tell you what to say, they tell you what to do
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| So you don’t question, so who’s the real you?
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| Throw on that fake charm and they’ll have no clue
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| When they know the whole truth, who will listen to you?
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| Walk the walk and talk the talk
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| Look the part and smile
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| When the works been done for you
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| You’re all set for a while
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| Walk the walk and talk the talk
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| Look the part and smile
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| When the works been done for you
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| You’re all set for a while
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| Empty of emotion, devoid of meaning
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| Is this what you really want?
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| The fame and the lights aren’t really yours
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| But it’s okay when money and love
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| Keeps falling at your door
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| Empty of emotion, devoid of meaning
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| Walk the walk and talk the talk
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| Look the part and smile
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| When the works been done for you
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| You’re all set for a while
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| Walk the walk and talk the talk
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| Look the part and smile
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| When the works been done for you
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| You’re all set for a while |