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Le Tigre - Seconds lyrics
Pipe down baby why so fake loud? You’ve lied now ten thousand times It’s show business anyhow Why don’t you put that tongue back in your mouth? Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick Where’d you get all the attention? Your dad’s money’s too base to mention His coattails are looking worn 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 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 You’re 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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