Myke Ptyson

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 is a shallow little bitch tryin' to make a 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
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Starfuckers

I am every, every fuckin' thing, 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
(Ass kisser)

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Starfuckers, Inc
Starfuckers

All our pain
How did you think we get by without you?
You're so vain
I 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?

Starfuckers
Starfuckers
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Starfuckers
Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones
Starfuckers
Now I belong, I'm one of the beautiful ones

Starfuckers
Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones
Starfuckers, Inc
Starfuckers
Now I belong, I'm one of the beautiful ones
(Starfuckers)
(Starfuckers, Inc)