my god sits in the back of the limousine
my god comes
in a wrapper of cellophane
my god pouts on the cover of the magazine
my god's a shallow
little bitch trying to make the scene
i have arrived and this time you should believe the
hype
i listened to everyone now i know that everyone was right
i'll be there for you as
long as it works for me
i play a game it's called insincerity
starfuckers
starfuckers incorporated
starfuckers
i am every fucking thing and just a little
more
i sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
and when i suck you off not a drop
will go to waste
it's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste
all the
pain
how did you think we'd get by without you?
you're so vain
i'll bet you think
this song is about you
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't
you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't
you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
don't you?
