| Madonna, she’s too rich
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| Everybody wants to be rich
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| Everybody wants to be a bitch
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| And Marilyn, she’s dead
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| Britney, she’s too young
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| Everybody wants to be young
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| Everybody wants a refund
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| And Marilyn is in my head
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| Cazwell:
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| Mmm took a trip, got on a plane
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| Adderall, Vicodin, cocaine
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| Down the champagne to kill the pain
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| On satin sheets cause I’m just that vain
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| Glamorous, just like I told ya
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| White mink stole from shoulder to shoulder
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| Rocks like boulders, slick panties sheer
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| Diamond earrings like chandeliers
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| Stop, drop, roll, stare
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| I prefer blondes with no pubic hair
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| No underwear, no time to spare
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| So you want to marry a millionaire
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| What’s your sign, what’s your size
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| Meet me outside with the pale moonlight
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| Don’t scream too loud once I’m inside
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| (Ouch)
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| Einstein, he’s too bright
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| Everybody wants to be bright
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| Everybody wants to have a fight
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| And Marilyn is in my head
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| Elvis is a star
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| Everybody wants to be a star
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| Everybody wants to shoot a star
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| And Marilyn, she’s dead
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| Cazwell:
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| I’m back in V-V-V.I.P
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| Dom Pérignon deep inside of me
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| 1953, all my friends
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| Know Dorothy, there’s a lot to me
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| Into sodomy with a lobotomy
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| Lifestyle not part of the economy
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| I’m guilty, and I can’t come clean
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| I better get my ass in a time machine
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| I don’t know, but I’ve been told
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| You’re the first Playboy centerfold
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| Laid out like gold, diamonds, pearls
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| High school girls with their hair in curls
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| Taught the first stylists how to teach
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| Red lipstick with a bottle of bleach
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| Bright white teeth like a million bucks
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| Then raised the bar on how to fuck
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| (What)
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| Restricted area, V.I.P. |
| utopia
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| Restricted area, V.I.P. |
| voilà |