Starfuckers, Inc.
My god sits in the back of the limousineMy god comes in a wrapper of cellophaneMy god pouts on the cover of the magazineMy god's a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene
I have arrived and you should believe the hypeI listened to everyone now I know that everyone was rightI'll be there for you as long as it works for meI play a gameIt's called insincerity
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I am every fucking thing and just a little moreI sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whoreAnd when I suck you off not a drop will go to wasteIt's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste(Asskisser)
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All our painHow did we ever get by without you?You're so vainI bet you think this song is about youDon't you?Don't you?Don't you?Don't you?
Now I belong I'm one of the chosen onesNow I belong I'm one of the beautiful ones