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Sex and death I've got both perfected The way you dress It's what I, I invented I've got what you want You've got lots of 'tude Don't speak back to me I find it very rude Easy-bake, heart-ache You don't have a clue Cos you've got nothing on me boy Ah ah ah-ah I'll change it up just to throw you off Before we met you still believed in god How the fuck do you get by Without your own, without your own mind I've got what you want You've got lots of 'tude Don't speak back to me I find it very rude Easy-bake, heart-ache You don't have a clue SongtexteCos you've got nothing on me boy Ah ah ah-ah The way you dress It's what I, I invented I've got what you want You've got lots of 'tude Don't speak back to me I find it very rude Easy-bake, heart-ache You don't have a clue Cos you've got nothing on me boy Aus Songtexte Mania