על מנת להדפיס שירים יש להתחבר או להירשם קודם
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Lookin at himself and wishin he was someone
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else because the posters on the wall
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they don't a look a like him at all.
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So he ties it up, he tucks it in,
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he pulls it back and gives a grin laughin at
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himself because he knows he ain't loved at all.
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He gets his courage from the can,
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it makes him feel like a man because he's lovin
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all the ladies but the ladies don't love him at all
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And when he's not drunk, he's only stuck on himself
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and then he has the nerve to
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say he needs a descent girl.
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Verse:
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Lookin at herself and wishin she was someone
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else because the body of the doll it
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don't a look a like her's at all.
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And so she straps it on, she sucks it in,
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she throws it up, and gives a grin
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laughin at herself because she knows she ain't that at all.
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A caught up in the trends
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where the truth began to bend and the next thing you
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know man there just ain't no truth left at all.
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Cause when the pretty girl walks,
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she walks so proud, and when the pretty girl
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laughs oh man she laughs so loud.
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And if it ain't this, then it's that,
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as a matter of fact she hasn't had a day to
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relax since she's lost her ability to think clearly.
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Well I'm an energetic, hypothetic version
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of another person, check out my outsides
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there ain't nothin in here.
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Well I'm a superficial, systematic,
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music television addict, check out my outsides
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there ain't nothin in here....
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