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 Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 12:18 am
Quit stinking up the radio
Quit wrecking my tv
When there's no reason for you to have fame
And no reason for you to be seen
Your managers pay you well
And I just wish
you would go to hell
You become an idol to preteens and little kids
They buy your stuff for the sex symbols
And you call yourselves great and talented
But if you were really so talented
why do you resort to dressing so bad
You dance in a sequence
Selling sex like the drugs you're on
Then some idiots exploit you on tv
As yet another cracked out drama queen
You dress like like a whore to sell cds
To get money for drugs and everything at the liquor store
I've seen hookers who dress more modestly than you
Then you get insulted when we call you a whore
Quit stinking up the radio
Quit wrecking my tv
When there's no reason for you to have fame
And no reason for you to be seen
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 4:54 pm
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