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Who-ho-ooh! Who-ho-ooh! Picking you up just to put you down again What the hell is an "it-girl" anyway? How do i get it, lose it, have it, want it? I think i'm done with this part I quit, i quit Patti smith would never put up this shit Patti smith would never put up with this shit Patti smith would never put up with this shit Now i got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And i'm not getting roped in Thoughts that aren't mine keep running through My head, my head, my head Thunder thighs keep reaching for the measuring tape I should be dropping you like you're hot But you're the habit i can't shake Patti smith would never put up with this shit Patti smith would never put up with this shit Patti smith would never put up with this shit Now i got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And i'm not getting roped in Now i got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And i'm not getting roped in Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh Now i got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine Now i got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine Now i got you Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And i'm not getting roped in Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh Now i got you (woo hoo ooh) Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine And i'm not getting roped in!
Writer(s): Halvard Skeie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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