Snap goes my stilettos, I guess I''m drunk again
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My broken heart''s a little whore so don''t think it needs to mend
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Just enjoy the filth your seeing ten inches south of my bust
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And rip my skinny jeans off, for access to the dirty stuff
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Oh darling darling just why can''t the world see
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That discipline and virtue is just so ''2003''
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I''m slipping into slutty all so blatantly
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And I''m fucking loving it!
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Out in London''s club scene
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Parading about in couture
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Sipping like a Champaign Queen
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Until I break-dance on the floor
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Everything here oozes elegance
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So lets get explicit in here
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Us slag¡¯s have most relevance
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When we''re knocking back the beers
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We don''t need a reason to be slag¡¯s of the season
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Self-respect and restricted sex won''t get me flashy things
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We don''t need a reason to be slag¡¯s of the season
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It''s all to save my style to check it''s my song that they sing
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Slags of the Season
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Girls Aloud |