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Sleeping With the Enemy
Lampin' poolside at The Tropicana Picture me like this; sex 'n glamour Picture me lifeless; death by camera Sittin' by her highness, gotta check my manners I can barely bear this pretty little heiress Peepin' what I'm wearin', I think that she's embarrassed Well, fuck you! Matter fact, just did Now ya wanna show me how your fellow upper crust live 'N that's cool, I can see it's straight opulence It's clear nobody here got any fear of any consequence It's clear nobody here knows what a real problem is I ask you for a beer 'n then shower you with compliments A kept man, you bet man! I reckon She could call my name 'n I would be there in a second 'N that's sad, but it pays the phone bill I can act a fool, she'll take me home still I think she thinks I think she's slummin' it I drink, she drinks, we drink, she's lovin' it I think she thinks I think too much 'n it's A shame that this dame still thinks republican Little lady likes to call herself an actress Prances 'round the party 'n bats her lashes Dancin' like a harlot in the latest fashions But she ain't ever act when her back's on the mattress Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Matter fact, she ain't act, she just like to pretend So she got something to say when she out with her friends Most of which don't give a shit, cuz they just after her ends Too much time on her hands, too much money to spend Got a different pill for every doctor she sees I guess that being wealthy is a social disease What she blows up her nose'd make a poor man sneeze Daddy didn't discipline, she do what she please Mommy made a mistake, now miss makes many Miss don't make money, but she shells out plenty Spoiled little plutocrat who can act reckless But boy bit his lip cuz the chick bought him breakfast 'N if this is as good as it gets than I'm gone Send a check to the next cheap jet that I'm on Got a debt that she'll never collect before dawn No regrets, let's just let conclusions get drawn
A sad sort, I'm passed bored, I asked for it If this is class war than I'm sleeping with the enemy I'm back for it, a cash whore, don't act sore If this is class war than I'm sleeping with the enemy
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