She stuck a cellphone camera right into my face
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With a flick of my wrist, I filled her nose with mace
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The cops want to know what was wrong with me
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Didn't give me a chance to explain it, see?
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It ain't her fault for being careless
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It ain't her fault for being brainless
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It ain't her fault for being hopeless
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But it's my fault for being famous
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Yeah
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I'm at the LAX, just checking my bag
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When up comes a little paparazzi scumbag
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I took a laptop, slapped him upside his head
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The cops want to know why I left him for dead
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It ain't his fault for being nameless
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It ain't his fault for being thoughtless
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It ain't his fault for being shameless
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But it's my fault for being famous
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I had a sweet old lady walk up to me
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Wanted to get a photograph for her grandson to see
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And as the digital camera lit up the place
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She unloaded a chrome .45 in my face
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But it ain't her fault for being ruthless
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Ain't her fault for being toothless
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Ain't her fault for being blameless
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But it's my fault for being famous
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It's My Fault For Being Famous
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| The White Stripes |
