| Lyric | Song Title |
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| Ich schleiban austa be clair Es kumpent madre monstere, Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, Begun be uske but-bair | |
| I'm gonna be his first and last kiss, 'Cause baby I was born to be his | |
| I’m a nerd, I chew gum and smoke in your face, I’m absurd | |
| It's not about sex or champagne, you holy fool | |
| I just want to be free, I just want to be me And I want lots of friends that invite me to their parties | |
| I want your whiskey mouth all over my blonde south | |
| We are not just art for Michaelangelo To carve. | |
| Dancin' in my revelation, Underground pop civilization. | |
| Fame hooker, prostitute wench, vomits her mind | |
| I will fight for, I have fought for how I love you. I have cried for, I will die for how I care. | |
| There’s something, something about this place | |
| I'm gonna drink my tears tonight | |
| Give yourself prudence and love your friends. Subway kid rejoice your truth. | |
| I hold my whiskey up high, kiss the bartender twice. I'm a loser. | |
| Whenever I start feeling strong I'm called a bitch in the night But I don't need these 14 karat guns to win I am a woman I insist, it's my life | |
| Put on your shades 'cause I'll be dancing in the flames tonight yeah baby! Tonight yeah baby! | |
| Ride ride pony, ride ride! | |
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