| They don’t wanna hear me shout
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| Took a pill for my doubts
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| Breathe in, breathe out
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| Nothing in my eyes so I smile with my mouth
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| Ooo, she’s insecure
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| But she’s got money in her pores
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| Ooo, we’ll never find a cure
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| Why should we pretend anymore?
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| Champagne in my veins
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| Bleach soaking into my brain
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| The city’s making me crazy
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| But they say pretty is pain
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| Gold chains and blood stains
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| Good girls cover their shame
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| It’s really making me crazy
|
| But they say pretty is pain
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| If I took another shot
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| Would you tell me that I’m hot?
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| I’m lookin at myself over my shoulder
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| Will anybody love me when I’m older?
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| Ooo, she’s insecure
|
| But she’s got money in her pores
|
| Ooo, we’ll never find a cure
|
| Why should we pretend anymore?
|
| Champagne in my veins
|
| Bleach soaking into my brain
|
| The city’s making me crazy
|
| But they say pretty is pain
|
| Gold chains and blood stains
|
| Good girls cover their shame
|
| It’s really making me crazy
|
| But they say pretty is pain
|
| Am I pretty?
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| Feel so shitty
|
| Am I pretty?
|
| Feel so dirty
|
| Ooo, she’s insecure
|
| But she’s got money in her pores
|
| Ooo, we’ll never find a cure
|
| Why should we pretend anymore?
|
| Champagne in my veins
|
| Bleach soaking into my brain
|
| The city’s making me crazy
|
| But they say pretty is pain
|
| Gold chains and blood stains
|
| Good girls cover their shame
|
| It’s really making me crazy
|
| But they say pretty is pain
|
| Am I pretty?
|
| Feel so shitty
|
| Am I pretty?
|
| Feel so dirty
|
| Champagne in my veins
|
| Bleach soaking into my brain
|
| The city’s making me crazy
|
| But they say pretty is pain |