As you crawl on all fours,
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A dirty mouth licks the floor,
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You were lighting them up and stomping them out,
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That little black book is full of the red faces you've pulled,
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Painting the town and dragging it down,
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She's got so many vices,
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She dies ten times a night.
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I can do shameless too,
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And this one goes out to you.
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I can do shameless too,
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They waited all night for you.
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When she drinks, she drinks neat.
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When she thinks, its on her feet.
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"I'm just sinning, do you mind?
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I'm falling behind."
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So she's bleached all that hair.
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And hit the stage in underwear.
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The parents get blamed.
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It's always the same.
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She's got so many vices,
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She dies ten times a night.
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I can do shameless too,
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And this one goes out to you.
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I can do shameless too,
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They waited all night for you.
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It's going simple shamelessly,
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And she'll conduct the symphony,
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A soundtrack to her infamy,
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If this is the revolution then pardon me,
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I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving tonight.
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I can do shameless too,
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And this one goes out to you.
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I can do shameless too,
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They waited all night for you.
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She's got so many vices,
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She dies ten times a night.
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Shameless
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| Kids In Glass Houses |
