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You want it your way Well, why don't you say so? Keep stuffing your face Eat cake at your table Whoa-oh, what's it gonna take? Getting me in the streets, but you love the chase I guess I've seen enough, yeah I know I've seen too much, oh My god, what a pretty thing What a man, what a man, take him home to me I wanna stomp your heart out Let go, let go Don't care about your label Get off my back, boy You already know Fantasy, I'm no angel Diamonds turn black You want it your way Too bad cause I say so, yeah We came out to play Get off of my stage, bro Get off my fucking stage! Whoa-oh, never gonna change Wanna cry, baby? No you don't know my name I guess I've seen enough, yeah I know I've seen too much, oh My god, what a pretty thing Just a girl in the world talking down to me I wanna stomp your heart out Let's go, let's go Don't care about your label Get off my back, boy You already know Fantasy, I'm no angel Diamonds turn black
Writer(s): Keeley Osborn Bumford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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