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I always fall for a whiskey shot If you pick up the tab You can take me back I wanna be your next big thing Did you tell your boss? That you're gonna be A rip-off I'm waiting for your call I've got what you want Now you're singing along to my song A rip-off I rolled the dice, you played me right I made the grade the American way Coyote Club, my local pub I let you have your way, and you played it like a champ A rip-off I'm waiting for your call I've got what you want Now you're singing along to my song A rip-off (I'll get big, I'll take off) And I'll be, I'll be a household name (I'll get big, I'll take off) You got my picture 'cause it's hard to escape (I'll get big, I'll take off) They'll know my name in every home across the States (I'll get big, I'll take off) You'll see my face A rip-off I'm waiting for your call I've got what you want Now you're singing along to my song A rip-off A rip-off I'm waiting for your call I've got what you want Now you're singing along to my song A rip-off
Writer(s): Allegra Shay Weingarten, Etta Friedman, Zachary Capittifenton, Aron Kiyoshi Kobayashi Ritch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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