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Betrayal in busloads All the kids at home All the kids who’ve heard my name Been asking their friends a lot about me "Do you think she’ll make it big? It’s okay you can tell me I won’t tell her if you don’t" They gettin’ desperate tryin’ to find someone who doesn’t think so They been droppin’ surveys in mailboxes Waiting outside a hundred garages Hoping someone will finally knock and Too threatened to ever drop it Free flowing boxed wine pouring out of spickets They scared of parkin’ too close and gettin’ tickets I’m scared of pullin’ triggers Scared of it slippin’ through my fingers I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me They got the freezer door open Cooling the whole state Flutes in the cupboard Ready with the chilled champagne Dreaming of bitter ends And toasting fallen friends SongtexteNursing bruised tiptoes Though all the kids I know Are gonna talk about me anyway I could stand in the corner all night long behind the drunk girls dancing And they would chatter all about me while the drunkards get distressed "If she thinks she’s so good then why hasn’t she made it yet?" They been talkin’ dates like they can’t wait to see me They’re gettin’ nervous that I’m gettin’ busy The mountains miss you it’s been pretty chilly How’s Hollywood, are you close to the city? Are you close to the city? Are you close to the city? Free flowing boxed wine pouring outta spickets They scared of parkin’ too close and gettin’ tickets I’m scared of pullin’ triggers Scared of it slippin’ through my fingers I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me They got the freezer door open Cooling the whole state Flutes in the cupboard Ready with the chilled champagne Dreaming of bitter ends And toasting fallen friends I guess I ruin lame parties when I walk in Just the fact that I’m on my feet Means they can’t raise a glass to my efforts yet I got a million eyes starin’ my way Hatin’ me It’s like I ruined their holidays They call me back so they can push me away Give me a taste Of a thousand ruined holidays I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me They got the freezer door open Cooling the whole state Flutes in the cupboard Ready with the chilled champagne Dreaming of bitter ends And toasting fallen friends Aus Songtexte Mania