Sløtface - Magazine

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Who-Ho-Ooh!
Who-Ho-Ooh!
Picking you up just to put you down again
What the hell is an «it-girl» anyway?
How do I get it, lose it, have it, want it?
I think I’m done with this part
I quit, I quit
Patti Smith would never put up this shit
Patti Smith would never put up with this shit
Patti Smith would never put up with this shit
Now I got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And I’m not getting roped in
Thoughts that aren’t mine keep running through
My head, my head, my head
Thunder thighs keep reaching for the measuring tape
I should be dropping you like you’re hot
But you’re the habit I can’t shake
Patti Smith would never put up with this shit
Patti Smith would never put up with this shit
Patti Smith would never put up with this shit
Now I got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And I’m not getting roped in
Now I got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And I’m not getting roped in
Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh
Now I got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
Now I got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
Now I got you
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And I’m not getting roped in
Woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh, woo hoo ooh
Now I got you (Woo hoo ooh)
Staring back at me from the cover of a magazine
And I’m not getting roped in!