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My pocket don't drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statue's got a concrete heart But you're the coldest bitch I know In the factory that you call your mind Graveyard thoughts of stone A master thief I wouldn't enter there You've nothing I would care to own, so help me You're pretending that you got it made You know I know you know no truth You're still serving cookies and kool-aid You're so proper and so cute My pocket don't drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statue's got a concrete heart But you're the coldest bitch I know, so help me Aus Songtexte Mania