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I was born badBut then I met youYou made me nice for a whileBut my dark side’s true. You never cared what I did at allMotel singer at a silver ballI did what I had to do… Femme fatale, always on the runDiamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongueBefore

Baby has a broken heart,She can’t belong to only oneUntil another girl is found. I don’t pay for anything,My cigarettes or diamond rings,My feet don’t even touch the ground. Chariots of gold,I ride with Jay-Z, Jared Leto,I’m a super

Baby, you’re my Bugsy Malone and I’m your suicide blonde, You can be my film noir star I’m your queen of SaigonIf they don’t think we’re good together, baby, just forget ‘emAnd let bygones be bygones Baby, I can’t do it alone, ‘cause you’re the one that

You should have let me know that I have no chance at allI can never be what you wantedShould let me know… still think about usYou told me you was on it! Sometimes I wonder why, why I even botherTry to pull you out, boy! Should have let me know I

(Verse)His smile like a million roses bathed in rock n rollOurs was the greatest love story ever toldThroat like an angel with a voice that was made of goldThat’s my baby (Verse)He was the king of the town with a crown that would never fallA heart that

Bound up the stairsI’m in the showerDo you know I am going to leave you?Do you know I am going to leave you? I’m in love with a dying man.I’m in love with a dying man.All our love is flying in the sand.I’

You say you want your own life well I do, tooYou wanna’ lead me all night well I’ll show youC’mon girls march it out show him what you’re all about it Whoopin’ the house down, show him who’s the leaderBring ya’ baby down, downGo cheerleader Baby, I’m

He don’t like no small things, 
Even riding around on tall dreams
I don’t wanna go
He’s a sweet baby, but he looks mean
In his soft leather, in his blue jeans 
He got away, baby, he got away, oh, baby
He got away with his words.
They’

Hollywood and New York, mister MajorThen there’s meLittle queen of the stageHe’s a GodOne the stars call creatorHail the king of the industry playersTake off your business suitSittin’ in your lap for my interview Hit and runLet’s hit and runHit and runHit

What an unusual name you saidWhat a spectacular letterYou really seem like a prize, to meAnd you are so mysteriousWhen you are notoriousOh what do you mean to me he saidHow do you know me so well?After only one night I, I, I, I hadHow do I love you, tell

(Verse)One day my hopes will be made of diamondsAnd my knuckles made of real goldI’ll spend my days getting high with all my friendsIn the glamorous and green old pot of HollywoodSummer rise, I’m a super motherBy the electric and I dance like more ascendWhen

I should have learned to let you stay You didn’t want me all the time But you were worth it anyway Cause you were so much better Than the rest of them Out of all the others You were the honest man He loved guns and roses, guns and roses He loved

You’re bigger than Elvis and cooler than B.I.G, You’re smashing my dishes, you’re Billy The Kid, You’re very American, sugar, Marry me, Dick, I love you. We’re on the road to the Jersey Shore, one stop and then we’ll stop no more, Pulling over at the

One, onewould you be mine, would you be my baby tonightcould be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshinecause I like you quite a lot, everything you got don’t you knowit’s you that I adore, though I make the boys fall like dominoes kiss me in the d.

Are you back in Greenwich dropping acid?Are you at the archive, watching television?Did you leave for Battery with your weed?And your leather lookin’ like Greg Kinnear?Are you still the king of Rock ‘n’ Roll, babe?

In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angelLiving in the Garden of EvilScrewed up, scared, doing anything that I neededShining like a fiery beaconYou got the medicine I needFame, liquor, love, give it to me slowlyPut your hands on my waist, do it

What happen to… nobody does it better? See ya walking ’round like you were born to killDriving in your Escalade flash that golden grillYou’re pickin up a bad habit you get the ones that no one willWhere did your love go babe before you turn criminal?

Doomed from the startWe met with a goodbye kiss, I broke my wristIt all kicked off, I had no choiceYou said that you didn’t mind ’cause love’s hard to findMaybe the days we had are gone, living in silence for too longOpen your eyes and what do you see?

Gramma said she’ll leave the lights on for meGramma said the flags are waving for meGramma said that somewhere out there there’s a good man, waiting for me A.M.E.R.I.C.A.All I want to do is playSee the city every dayPretty party nation Tell

You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of goldPumping gas at the Taxaco, road’s a roadYou’re on the run, oh baby, yeahYou’re on the run, oh baby I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for youYou give me butterflies, heart’