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Le Tigre - Seconds
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Pipe down baby why so fake loud? Youve lied now ten thousand times Its show business anyhow Why dont you put that tongue back in your mouth? Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick Whered you get all the attention? Your dads moneys too base to mention His coattails are looking worn Youve had a nice ride thats for sure Better thank your brain-dead clientele For all the money that youll spend in hell You make me sick, you make me You make me so, you make me so sick sick sick sick Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick Wanna percent of every nation Youre the type to rise to that occasion Stole the race no surprise there The elevator always beats the stairs Whoa. You make me sick, so sick, you make me sick You make me sick, so sick, you make me so sick On a golf cart Wearing some uniform Bombing in the night-time Lying on TV Whoa.You make me sick sick sick siiiiiick
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