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I'm in the front seat (Uh-huh) And you're drivin' real fast (Ooh) I'm in a short skirt With my feet on the dash And my baby gets real anxious when i'm sittin' like that 'Cause all he thinks about is what my bones will do when we crash Couldn't keep the road on his eyes Headed eighty to the face of a semi (Woo) Kinda funny watchin' both of us die (R-I-P, baby) But I don't think I mind (Yeah) 'Cause I look good What's so wrong with that? (What? What? What? What? What?) If you could, then you would 'Cause I look good What's so wrong with that? (What? What? What?) I look good If you could, then you would I look good (Damn, son, where did you find—) Mama always told me I was born to be a star (Oh yeah) I'm plastered on the front page and the windows of his car (Ooh, yeah) Ashes, ashes, I'm so hot, it's tragic (Uh-huh) Letras de cancionesLovе the attention sittin' inside an opеn casket I can't help but worry sometimes (Oh yeah?) Did I really ever feel that alive? (Hmm) Doesn't matter 'cause I died in my prime (Oh) So I don't think I mind (Okay, that's right) (Okay, let's go) 'Cause I look good What's so wrong with that? (What? What? What?) If you could, then you would 'Cause I look good (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What's so wrong with that? I look good If you could, then you would I look good Ah, ah Ah, ah Ah, ah (Ooh, yeah) Ah, ah I looked down on you for a while But now I'm lookin' up From the bottom of the pile (Ah) (Ah) From the bottom of the pile (Ah) (Ah) (Ah) From Letras Mania