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One smokin' body, half a brain
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Enough to drive the guys insane
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And, yeah your boobs are really ace and so's your face
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I'm sorry but I'm not your kind
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Cause I don't stab friends from behind
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But when it comes to flashin' ass, yes you are head of the class
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Yet deep inside you feel the sting
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Could there be more beneath your skin?
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But guys don't want no part of that
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They just want you on your back
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Little princess got it made
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With your million dollar face
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Yes, you're hot and daddy's rich
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But you're one shallow bimbo bitch
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Little Princess you da bomb
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Your priorities gone wrong
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Everybody joins your dance, just to get inside your pants
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You just care about yourself
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And all the rest can go to hell
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Once again you cast your spell
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You got the look, the hair, the cheeks
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that knock the guys right off their feet
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You're like an angel at first glance
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Get every guy to join your dance
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But when you ask for more, for love, they just fuck off
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Yet deep inside you feel the sting
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Could there be more beneath your skin?
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But guys don't want no part of that
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They just want you on your back
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Little princess got it made
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With your million dollar face
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Yes, you're hot and daddy's rich
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But you're one shallow bimbo bitch
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Little Princess you da bomb
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Your priorities gone wrong
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Everybody joins your dance, just to get inside your pants
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Mirror mirror on the wall
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Who is the fairest one of all?
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Little princess got it made
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With your million dollar face
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Yes, you're hot and daddy's rich
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But you're one shallow bimbo bitch
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Little Princess you da bomb
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Your priorities gone wrong
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Everybody joins your dance, just to get inside your pants
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Little Princess you da bomb
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Your priorities gone wrong
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Everybody joins your dance, just to get inside your pants
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Little Princess
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