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9 Left Dead
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Don't Let The Door Hit Ya
Who do you think you are?
if you could act like this in hollywood you'd be a star
How much more can you lie,
you know these lips were made for kissin not suckin me dry
You've empty-ed out my pockets and you've filled my head with doubt
Its takin' me forever but I've Figured You out
One hand in my pocket
The other down my pants
You were only diggin' for my gold
You can go to hell and burn with all my cash
And on the way out don't let the door hit you in the ass
Dont the let the door hit you in the ass
Its true, like it or not
I woulda seen right through if you weren't so hot
What the hell i musta been high?
I ain't buyin' your bullshit so dont even try
You've empty-ed out my pockets and you've filled my head with doubt
Its takin' me forever but I've Figured You out
One hand in my pocket
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The other down my pants
You were only diggin' for my gold
You can go to hell and burn with all my cash
And on the way out don't let the door hit you in the ass
A pretty smile and a beautiful pair
With horns growing out of your hair
Red lips and your skin so pale
This soul ain't for sale
One hand in my pocket
The other down my pants
You were only diggin' for my gold
You can go to hell and burn with all my cash
And on the way out don't let the door hit you
One hand in the pocket
The other down the pants
You were only diggin' for my gold
You can go to hell and burn with all my cash
And on the way out don't let the door hit you in the ass
Don't let the door hit you in the ass x 4
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