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I think your dull, you've nothing interesting to say You only talk about shoes and clothes and the style of your hair Your superficial, artificial, get a grip of yourself At least don't bore me, with your stories about shopping and shit It's Tuesday morning and you're in the mall Why don't you just go to school or get a fucking job ? Cause daddy gives you money when you're doing fucking nothing Your plight is so distressing, you know I find it quite depressing You're into money and buying crappy things You always end up following the latest trend You listen to MCR Daddy's gonna buy you a brand new car this Christmas And when the day breaks you have no need to get up Except to see if you'll get money to buy some new stuff Or maybe get your nails done, have a facial, do some lunch Then you'll call a friend up go out dancing and get drunk [Chorus] I think your dull, you've nothing interesting to say You only talk about shoes and clothes and the style of your hair Your superficial, artificial, get a grip of yourself At least don't bore me, with your stories about shopping Letras de canciones [Chorus] When all is said and done, your not the only one Following the masses to the grave When all has been and we're through, I've seen plenty worse than you I still think there's a chance u can be saved From Letras Mania