Polished trophy, pretty whore
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Leave the house to feel adored
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Evil eaves so soft and sweet
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So why'd you let them pass you around like meat?
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You're not even breast
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You're not even steak
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You're a Happy Meal
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Just lay there on a plate
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You're available at any hour
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They just drive-through
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Take your power-uh-uh-er!
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Pow-ow-ow-ower!
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You better watch out
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I think your meat is starting to turn
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Sour!
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Groupie, they all lovingly
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Fear the things you could achieve
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If you thought better of yourself;
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But you prefer to fuck up your mental health
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You grew up hungry
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Hunger pangs for company
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You coulda sucked dry all the seas
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But nothing seemed to put you at ease
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They say
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You always sing in a minor key
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Only about things that concern me
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I'm happy day-to-day
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But this hunger - it never goes away
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I grew up hungry
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Hunger pangs for company
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I coulda sucked dry all the seas
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But nothing seemed to put me at ease
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Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes, and love
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No none of these things seem enough
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For girls like her,
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And guys like me,
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Depleted in com-company
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Depleted company
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Depleted company
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No I don't wanna be saved
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I'm not askin' for that -
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I prefer to be brave
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and fill myself up with things
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that I know will just fuck with my head
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with things that I know will just fuck up my head
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Well at least I helped one girl
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Crawl out of stranger's beds
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And you;
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I doubt you ever bothered to see
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What's going on in her head
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Well it's easy to judge,
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And it's easy to say what you said.
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No it's easy, so easy
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To say
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What you said
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Happy Meal
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| Marina & The Diamonds |
