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No softly spoken woman You're the candle in my wind I'd light you like a fart Forgive me for your sin You always pass me over I'm tired of tolerance There'll be no second chance You've wasted all the tokens Now I'm just like you I'm learning to be passive To all the things you do I'd like to play the game out Leave you hanging by a rope Let's see how you cope I can hear you all whispering, asking 'Who does she think she is?' and 'What's she doing this time?'. Well I've got news for you kiddies - stay out of my way, keep all eyes on me and prepare for something fucking spectacular. I've got what I like I've got what I like. |
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