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(Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha) I was only passing through Catch up with my parents, take some books from my old room They'll sit on my dresser in the city where I'll move I love the way my face looks in the windows of the tube It started like a hall of mirrors And all these suited men "The city is a buffet just don't fill up on the bread" Is what my best friend told me when I described how we met As if the lord himself gave me a novelty-size check I thought "God, you're a generous man" So, please don't ask me how I am I think you knew the answer when you went to kiss my hand Oh you know the reason I am here It's not the spiral staircase, it's not the chandeliers Oh I'm doing really well thanks I look after myself thanks I don't need ya Yeah I'm doing really well thanks I do not need ya help thanks Don't need it Don't you pity me (Don't you pity me) At least I do my cryin' on Egyptian cotton sheets Who would've thought that little miss Most Likely to Succeed Would be conducting business from the back of a limousine Pull up the partition, one condition Please don't ask me how I am I think you knew the answer when you went to kiss my hand Oh you know the reason I am here It's not the spiral staircase, it's not the chandeliers It's that time again You've got work at nine am I sleep better on your bathroom floor than I do in my bed Oh what must you think of me Please, don't tell them what you've seen I've done awful things for money but you've all done worse for free It's that time again You've got work at nine am I sleep better on your bathroom floor than I do in my bed Oh what must you think of me Please, don't tell them what you've seen I've done awful things for money but you've all done worse for free Oh, please don't ask me how I am I think you knew the answer when you went to kiss my hand Oh you know the reason I am here It's not the spiral staircase, it's not the chandeliers Doing really well thanks I do not need ya help thanks I'm doing really well thanks I do not need ya, do not need ya Doing really well thanks I do not need ya help thanks I'm doing really well thanks I do not need ya, do not need ya (It's that time again You've got work at nine am) I sleep better on your bathroom floor than I do in my bed Oh what must you think of me Please, don't tell them what you've seen I've done awful things for money but you've all done worse for free
Writer(s): Ellie Bleach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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