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he makes his way out your front doorinto the crowd to be seen no moreyou're not what he had in mindand he doesn't have the timeto him you're just an easy scoreand you'll ask your self whyall the stupid boystreat their girls like toysmakes them feel like menwe should murder themnow you have become so cynicalyou're dying to hear; "oh darling you're beautiful"he's on the prowl you're whoring it outwhile that skirt screams come validate me nowwe don't know the words but we're still singingwe'll catch you out for what you are Aus Songtexte Mania