She was a new, mean beauty queen
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Money, drugs, magazines
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That didn't do nothin'
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That didn't do nothin'
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They gave her diamonds, shiny boys
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City speak, every joy
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That didn't do nothing
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No, nothin' for her
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You can lead a horse to water
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But you can't expect it to drink
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Now ain't that somethin', now ain't that somethin'
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Yeah, when the world is at your gate
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That won't satiate
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Why are you cryin'
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If you want for nothing at all?
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Don't be a fly in my martini, baby, come on down
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That roof is high and I'm not crowded tonight
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Come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about
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Fast cars, boozin' bars
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Trial and it drown in the scars
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It won't do nothin', it won't do nothin'
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Even the best frame won't change
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Your wet painting into the Mona Lisa, the Mona Lisa
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You've got to dry your eyes, baby
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I know it's your party and you'll
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Cry if you want to, cry if you want to
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Yeah, when the world is at your gate
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And that don't fill your plate
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Why are you cryin'
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If you want for nothing at all?
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[X3]
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Don't be a fly in my martini, baby, come on down
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That roof is high and I'm not crowded tonight
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Come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about
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Martini
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| Incubus |
