Tickets
She's got tickets to her own showBut nobody wants to goAnd I'm stuck sitting in the front rowI'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
It's funny how you say that you made it on your ownWhen you haven't worked for anyone your daddy didn't knowYou say you got a job, but I don't know what you doSuch a fu-fu-fucking snob that you'll never know the truth
You're perfect on the outside, but nothing at the coreIt's easy to forget when you show up at my doorStop messing with my mind, cause you'll never have my heartBut your perfect little body makes me fall apart,Your perfect little body makes me fall apart
She's got tickets to her own showBut nobody wants to goAnd I'm stuck sitting in the front rowI'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la laaaaaa
I know you wanna stay, but I think that you should goCause you got nothing to say, you just sit there on your phoneI try not to give in, but temptation has me lostSo I will do my best to get you off
You're perfect on the outside but nothing at the coreIt's easy to forget when you show up at my doorStop messing with my mind, cause you'll never have my heartBut your perfect little body makes me fall apart,Your perfect little body makes me fall apart
She's got tickets to her own showBut nobody wants to goAnd I'm stuck sitting in the front rowI'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la laaaaaa
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She's got tickets to her own showBut nobody wants to goAnd I'm stuck sitting in the front rowI'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
She's got tickets to her own showBut nobody wants to goAnd I'm stuck sitting in the front rowI'm singing along like there's no tomorrow
La la la la la la la laaaaaaLa la la la la la la laaaaaa