Story Behind the Song
Has it ever stricken you as odd that articles of clothing,or certain musical tastes,in the mass,robotic brain make you "hip" while others,probably more qualified,make you lame? why is that?who makes it so?and why do we listen?
Lyrics
If I wanna adore myself,I'm pulling aces to yr empty hand cuz baby,it's been so long since I gave myself that pleasure.I'm breaking hearts just to hear them talk,and I can't wait until the news hits town tomorrow,I've blown their minds this time,let's see them try to top me.
And I want you to love me,Cum in my name and fill yr dreams w/ a vision of me,and give you something that you've never had before me.
And I want you to trust me,but just enough to leave you void,and useless to drain,so step aside cuz I've got my work cut out for me.
Cuz I can't wait to kiss and tell.
I've played my game so well.
I'm in the hearts,and hopes of every,one who met me.
Don't be jealous yeah.
Cuz I've worked so hard to be,Miss America.
I know yr dying to touch me,for just a glimpse of something you can never obtain,and give you something that you've never had before me.
Got packaged lightning yeah between my thighs,I gotta lust for power in my eyes,so step aside cuz I've got my work cut out for me.
They say nothing seems to change don't need it anyway.they say,more than I think,there's just gotta be more than this.
I know yr dying to touch me,
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