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Yeah, I hope you have a lonely lifeYeah, I hope you have a lonely lifeA high heel stumble home from the gala, with your gurney bag clutched to your chesthangin' on the arm of the guy who sewed into your new dressoooh, it's a tragedy, so completely, it's almost Greekand if I was to be hard-pressed, I'd lie and say I could not care lessYeah, I hope you have a lonely lifeYeah, I hope you have a lonely lifea lonely lifeone red carpet bleeds into another, you're stained and it wont rub offlining up to get under your covers, the boys with white belts snouts for the trough oooh, its a tragedy, so completely, I'm barely meand if I were to be hard-pressed, I'd lie and say I'm not obsessed Yeah, I hope you have a lonely lifea lonely life Aus Songtexte Mania