Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets,
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coloring my senses cherry red; at least for this week...
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Kisses under starry night skies, talked about in song,
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we play along, so bitter sweet by our design.
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I'm sick and tired of writing songs about you,
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This is it, this is the end...
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Take off your makeup and put down the camera,
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choke on the drama that makes me want to,
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tear up the pictures, the pages you've saved,
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creating a life of trends and make believe...
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I've got no place in my heart for a criminal like you to dwell,
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in this endeavor, make this last forever...
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I'm just delirious,
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You can't be serious,
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You're so infamous for leaving me a mess...
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Take off your makeup, put down the camera,
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choke on the drama that makes me want to,
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tear up the pictures and pages you've saved,
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creating a life of trends and make believe...
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She gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets,
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get out while you can or she'll tear you to pieces
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"Are you having a good time sweetheart?"
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Take off your makeup, put down the camera,
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choke on the drama that makes me want to,
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tear up the pictures and pages you've saved,
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creating a life of trends and make believe...
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Carry on home,
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I'll be waiting miles and miles away,
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leaving you to be forever seventeen,
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cleaning up the messes that you've made.
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The Girl's A Straight-Up Hustler
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| All Time Low |
