| Black dress, with the tights underneath,
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| I’ve got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth.
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| And she’s an actress, but she ain’t got no need.
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| She’s got money from parents in a trust fund back east.
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| Tongues, always pressed to your cheeks.
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| While my tounge is on the inside of some other girl’s teeth.
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| Tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef,
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| That I’m a vegetarian, and I ain’t f**king scared of him.
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| She wants to touch me wahoo.
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| She wants to love me wahoo.
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| She’ll never leave me wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo.
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| Don’t trust a ho.
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| Never trust a ho.
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| Won’t trust a ho.
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| 'Cuz a ho won’t trust me. |
| (2x)
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| X’s on the back of your hands,
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| Washed them in the bathroom to drink like the bands,
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| And the set list, you stole off the stage
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| Has red and purple lipstick all over the page.
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| Bruises cover your arms
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| Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm,
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| And the best is, no one knows who you are.
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| Just another girl alone at the bar.
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| Shush girl, shut your lips,
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| Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
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| I said shush girl, shut your lips.
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| Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
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| I said shush girl, shut your lips.
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| Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.
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| She wants to touch me wahoo.
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| She wants to love me wahoo.
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| She’ll never leave me wahoo, wahoo hoo hoo.
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| Don’t trust a ho.
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| Never trust a ho.
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| Won’t trust a ho.
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| 'Cuz a ho won’t trust me. |
| (2x) |