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Pipe down baby why so fake loud?
You’ve lied now ten thousand times
It’s show business anyhow
Why don’t you put that tongue back in your mouth?
Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Where’d you get all the attention?
Your dad’s money’s too base to mention
His coattails are looking worn
You’ve had a nice ride that’s for sure
Better thank your brain-dead clientele
For all the money that you’ll spend in hell
You make me sick, you make me
You make me so, you make me so sick sick sick sick
Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Wanna percent of every nation
You’re the type to rise to that occasion
Stole the race no surprise there
The elevator always beats the stairs
Whoa. You make me sick, so sick, you make me sick
You make me sick, so sick, you make me so sick
On a golf cart
Wearing some uniform
Bombing in the night-time
Lying on TV
Whoa.You make me sick sick sick siiiiiick
Back to: LE TIGRE lyricsYou’ve lied now ten thousand times
It’s show business anyhow
Why don’t you put that tongue back in your mouth?
Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Where’d you get all the attention?
Your dad’s money’s too base to mention
His coattails are looking worn
You’ve had a nice ride that’s for sure
Better thank your brain-dead clientele
For all the money that you’ll spend in hell
You make me sick, you make me
You make me so, you make me so sick sick sick sick
Whoa. You make me sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
Wanna percent of every nation
You’re the type to rise to that occasion
Stole the race no surprise there
The elevator always beats the stairs
Whoa. You make me sick, so sick, you make me sick
You make me sick, so sick, you make me so sick
On a golf cart
Wearing some uniform
Bombing in the night-time
Lying on TV
Whoa.You make me sick sick sick siiiiiick
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