Death of You Gdcd,
gdgdgdcd
Thinks she'll be
somebody
Thinks she'll go
real far
But she won't wanna
know you
When she becomes a
star
Long blond hair,
eyes of blue
She's gonna be the
death of you
She's got delusions
of grandeur
Thinks she's
Princess Di
But she won't speak
to you
When she makes it
high
She's pretty and she
knows it
Tongues out, lots of
drool
But when she drives
Mercedes
She gonna treat you
cool
She's always been
that way
No different as she
gets older
But when she gets up
there
You'll get the cold
shoulder
M8:
Lots of style, heart
of stone
She's gonna leave
you on your own
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