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Pipe down baby why so fake loud?
You've lied now ten thousand times
It's show business anyhow
Why don't you put that tongue back in your mouth?
You make me sick sick sick sick . . .
Where'd you get all the attention?
Your dad's money's too base to mention
His coattails are looking worn
You've lied now ten thousand times
It's show business anyhow
Why don't you put that tongue back in your mouth?
You make me sick sick sick sick . . .
Where'd you get all the attention?
Your dad's money's too base to mention
His coattails are looking worn
You've had a nice ride that's for sure
Better thank your brain-dead clientele
For all the money that you'll spend in hell
You make me sick, you make me so . . .
Wanna percent of every nation
You're the type to rise to that occasion
Stole the race no surprise there
The elevator always beats the stairs
You make me sick, so sick, you make me so sick...
On a golf cart
Wearing some uniform
Bombing in the night-time
Lying on TV
You make me sick . . .
Better thank your brain-dead clientele
For all the money that you'll spend in hell
You make me sick, you make me so . . .
Wanna percent of every nation
You're the type to rise to that occasion
Stole the race no surprise there
The elevator always beats the stairs
You make me sick, so sick, you make me so sick...
On a golf cart
Wearing some uniform
Bombing in the night-time
Lying on TV
You make me sick . . .
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