Everyone is twisted
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Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle
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Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me)
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Money and pleasure make me tick,
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Enough to make you sick
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She's a modern muse, With a mixed up bruise
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Whichever way you're looking
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No.1's the one that's cooking
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But we've all got our place, This planet's got its funny ways
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We just have a good time, (They have a bad time)
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It's just awful doing nothing, When everything's so fine
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Treading on a fragile line, We can't ignore the suffering
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(But we do)
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Chorus
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And when the leaves turn brown
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I hope I've still got my feet on the ground
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It's too easy to feel guilty
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Basically it's got to be said, That anyone with a pretty head
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Could save the world instead, And I'm a guilty girlish thing
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But charity makes my ego ring
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And all that is just twisted
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N¡Æ1's cooking
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Salad |