| She ain’t getting no younger
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| And she should know better
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| But she’s a party girl and her friends are fabulous
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| She knows all the actors
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| All the showbiz raptors
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| And the stuff she’s seen
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| Is nothing short of scandalous
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| She loves the scene, the hanging out
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| There ain’t nobody she don’t know about
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| Inside her head there’s a young girl’s brain
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| She likes the cocaine
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| She’s a private dancer
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| Just a well-built chancer
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| Takes 'em right to the edge
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| 'Til their money’s almost gone
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| 'Cause she sees 'em coming
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| But her meter’s running
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| Got her eyes on the prize
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| And she’s waiting for the one
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| Every now and then she’ll go too far
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| In a Maserati with a football star
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| She’ll touch the dream then feel the pain
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| She likes the cocaine
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| She likes the cocaine, she likes the cocaine
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| She wants to get high, high, high
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| She likes the cocaine, she likes the cocaine
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| She wants to get high, high, high
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| She loves the scene, the hanging out
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| There ain’t nobody she don’t know about
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| Inside her head there’s a young girl’s brain
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| She likes the cocaine
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| She likes the cocaine, she likes the cocaine
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| She wants to get high, high, high
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| She likes the cocaine, she likes the cocaine
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| She wants to get high, high, high |