I got a story about D.C. to tell
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And I don't think you're going to like it very well
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It's about boys and girls, and the rich and the poor
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But what if no one can afford to live here anymore?
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Well I guess you can, 'cause you got a trust fund
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You're so comfortable, but you're the only one
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So I'm gonna turn it up and shake you down
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'Cause your past is too clean, gonna throw it all around
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You were brought up well, but your daddy never taught you
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To keep your mouth shut.
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Well omigod!
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We don't do that here!
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Well now we do
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You'll see what we're gonna do about you.
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You're taking one thing that one girl does
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And making it represent all of us
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So what do you know about the catty girls?
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The only thing you know is your rich boy world
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You're talking politics on your pedestal
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And you half-baked idea of "what it means to be a girl"
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But you can't feel how we suffer or we bleed
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You can't give us what we want, much less what we need.
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Well omigod!
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Well I know what you said!
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Yeah you can't run!
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You say the girls are dum, but not this one!
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You narrow your world to the safest girl
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And up your nose with all the rest
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Well we do exist and we do insist
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That a life that's boring is the life without risk
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You don't know what it's like to be harrassed all day
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Then to be told that you're only in the way
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We're living in fear, trying not to disappear
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So yeah, we're kinda weird, not normal, no way!
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Well omigod!
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We don't say that here!
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Wll that's not cool
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You say the boys are too, but why not you?
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So I got a story about D.C. to tell
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But I don't think you're goinna like it very well
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It's about "Nice Guys" and the girls who let them
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Be innocent as rain and about as thoughtless.
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You can bring the keg and I'll bake the cake
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And we'll raise our glass to another mistake
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So what if us girls try to tear ourselves apart?
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Well we're here to tell you that it's time to get smart!
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