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Juliana Hatfield - Supermodel lyrics
The highest paid piece of ass. You know it's not gonna last. Those magazines end up in the trash., yeah What's the big idea, none of that stuff is even real. Wanna know how they really feel, yeah Five thousand dollars a day, Is what they pay my baby For her pretty face. Five thousand dollars a day, Is what they pay my baby For her pretty face. I came over as soon as she called. 'Cause she's a living doll. And she's famous for nothing at all., yeah She's living life like a dream, With a false sense of self-esteem. I wish she'd trade places with me, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Five thousand dollars a day, Is what they pay my baby For her pretty face. Five thousand dollars a day, Is what my baby gets paid For being just another pretty face. |
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