Star***kers, Inc. Lyrics

My God sits in the back of the limousine
My God comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My God pouts on the cover of the magazine
My God is a shallow little ***** tryin' to make a scene
I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game it's called insincerity

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Star***kers
Star***kers, Inc
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I am every, every ****** thing, a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a w****
And when I **** you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste
(*** kisser)

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All our pain
How did you think we get by without you?
You're so vain
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Don't you? Don't you?
Don't you? Don't you?
Don't you? Don't you?

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Star***kers, Inc
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Star***kers, Inc
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Star***kers
Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones
Star***kers
Now I belong, I'm one of the beautiful ones

Star***kers
Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones
Star***kers, Inc
Star***kers
Now I belong, I'm one of the beautiful ones
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