Little Jewish princess, never recognized.
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Replaced the Star of David for the ones in your eyes.
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So you popped a vicodine and ran away from everyone,
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and everything you thought you knew.
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Hangin' by the pool with the leisure dudes,
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who never have a job, but they got the attitudes,
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the clothes, and the shoes, and a disease or two,
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and every head turns on cue.
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When she flies like a ballerina babe,
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strung up so high. Everybody have you seen her?
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The side no one knows, she shows on video.
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She's a San Fernando sex star and she's fine.
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Telephone screaming on the bathroom floor,
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Momma tryin' to call ya since July 4.
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Erase the message along with the life
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of everything ya knew before.
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Life is pretty good with your wood grain walls,
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lime green carpet, and your meth lab stall.
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Mattress full of money and five locks on the door,
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as she falls to the floor.
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From tryin' to fly, like a ballerina babe
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strung up so high, everybody have you seen her?
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The side no one knows, she screams on video.
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She's a San Fernando sex star and she's fine.
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East coast transplant now in California
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Can ya feel the side effects of finally leaving Georgia?
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Nothing you can do about it, Daddy tried to warn ya.
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Allowance cut off, blue jean cutoffs,
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Feelin' like a cut out paper whore.
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When she flies like a ballerina babe,
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strung out so high, everybody have you seen her?
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the side no one knows, she screams on video
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She's San Fernando sex star.
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Where are you?
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Now, Where are you?
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Now, Where are you?
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San Fernando sex star?
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Now, Where are you?
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San Fernando sex star?
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Diary Of A San Fernando Sexx Star
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| Butch Walker |
