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Walked in, in high-waist denim Just like you own the place But that Cover Girl can't cover up The stuck-up on your face That 1942, highest bottle on the shelf Ain't half as high as that opinion you have of yourself You think you're God's gift to this bar But it's gone too far Who died and made you? Queen of conceited Said you were so good And you believed it You're burning bridges None of my business You might be a size two But you're too big for your britches Your favorite conversation Is you, yourself, and your Dreams and schemes and accolades Like no one's done that shit before Honey, you should get a prize For world's biggest ego We used to see eye to eye Letras de cancionesNow you look down your nose And girl, I gotta know Who died and made you? Queen of conceited Said you were so good And you believed it You're burning bridges None of my business You might be a size two But you're too big for your britches I'm just sayin' Who died and made you? Queen of conceited Said you were so good And you believed it You're burning bridges None of my business You might be a size two But you're too big for your britches From Letras Mania