"I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes With a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore Like Mommy I love you Daddy I hate you Brother I need you Lover, hey "fuck you" I've been the girl with my middle finger in the air Unaffected by rumors, the truth: I don't care So open your mouth and stick out your tongue You might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done So find a new lifestyle A new reason to smile Look for Nirvana Under the strobe lights Sequins and sex dreams You whisper to me There's no reason to cry"
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