What is real VIP
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Do we have the balls to go to their party
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Or do we rather stay in times with vanity
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Tell me now what's a real VIP
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And who are we to give that name to us
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When we don't know the lives of others
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When we can barely raise a fitting girl
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To help her own sisters and brothers
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Was in hidden history
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The artists always spoke their people's needs
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Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
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In the shallow form of MTV
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Telling the youth to worship futile dreams
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And alone for begging for material things
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I tell you what a real VIP is
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A face that never was nor will be kissed
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To whom exactly are we givin' hope
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When we stand behind the velvet rope
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Or get our pictures taking with the pope
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Like some sick April foul kind of joke
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Who's really really real real VIP
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The one that telling the most conquering kin
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Who looks around at everything
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And sees exactly what we've been
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He is the face that never was nor will be kissed
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[?] will be down on his guest list
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When we standing at the gates
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After being fashionably late
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There'll be no make up and there'll be no [?]
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No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
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When he's presiding over you
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Asking you did you love only you?
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Or did you stand for something else?
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Besides the hankering for fame and fame itself
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The one who always was and always is
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Will show you what a real VIP is
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The fatherless
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The motherless
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The ravage child at home who cryin to you
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You will be asked to say what did you do
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And what's behind that velvet curtain
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Don't know but I can say for certain
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A face that never was nor will be kissed
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Will show you what a real VIP is
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V.I.P.
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| Sinead O'Connor |
