(You want a piece of me) I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous I'm Mrs. she's she's too big now she's she's too thin You want a piece of me? You want a piece of me I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's shameless! Don't matter if I step on the scene Or sneak away to

Oh she's she's only seventeen Whine whine whine, weep over everything Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street Brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep Heaving ship too too sails away Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session It's a tick of

Too many hands Being laid on her Too Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's she's lost all her glory

She said that she's she's had enough Forget about the one I left at home Lied too too much Am I too too much Remembering the one I left at home Forget about the life I used to know Standing on my own So now I'm standing here alone I'm learning how to live life on my

You can bet your last two dollars There ain't no tens All them flaws Scars or tattoos that went rotten Ones you came with or you caused them We all got flaws Flaws, everybody's got 'em The woman that I love, she's she's purer than a dove I know her best than

We are too too far gone Of all these yesterdays I feel the rage And it burns the pages We were, never meant to make it this far Life feels like it's all in vain Practicing for death alone I'm covered fast In the falling ashes

She gets on you Under your skin like a tattoo She'll always be there She holds on, stuck in your head like an old song She ain't goin' nowhere She's She's like starin' at the sun She's She's like standin' in the rain She's She's like finally coming home She could easily

White lights, train wreck Cyanide sweet tooth suicide She's She's a still thrill of suicide they say Cyanide in her plastic veins She's She's a mannequin of misery She's She's on a bender But she ain't gonna break

Everybody says she's she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants she'll pass you by She wears her satins like a lady She gets

It's times like this, but time's run out But for now I don't see what's so wrong with pretending It's true I thought you knew. This place reminds me of, A time that's way too too old. These thoughts have gathered up the memories unfold. Believe her, it's all