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Everything you do is the same, same, same!
Over and over it's like a game, game, game!
Think you're miss high society, wowee!
in' all the rockstars that you meet, me!
It makes no sense the things you do or say girl (automatic)
'Cause everything you say comes back to me (automatic)
Don't go play with me emotionally (automatic)
Or I will make you bleed internally (automatic)
Think you are mister know it all, know all!
Standards high but you value small, small, small
Class-a assholes telling you what to do, what to do!
If you're from boston you gotto be cool, you!