Pipe down baby, why so fake loud?
You ve lied now ten thousand times...it s show business anyhow.
You make me sick, sick, sick, sick.
Where d you get all the attention?
Your dad s money too base to mention?
His coattails are looking word. You ve had a nice ride, that s for sure.
Better thank your brain-dead clientele for all the money that you ll spend in hell.
Wanma percent of every nation, your e the type to rise to that occasion.
Stole the race, no surprise there. The elevator always beats the stairs.
On a golf cart...wearing some uniform...bombing in the night-time...lying on tv...you make me
sick

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