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Boy you'd swear she's a movie queenThe way she fits into every sceneDriving in her BenzSending texts to her friendsNew nose in a magazinePrada boots and prescription pillsBorn and raised in the Hollywood hillsShe's daddy's little girlNot a care in the worldWith a trust fund paying the bills8 o'clock and she's on the streetDress is anything but discreteTaking it for grantedEveryone will be enchantedLining up just to kiss her feetAppletini in her business handThe other one is picking out any manShe's a sucker for a dudeWith a shit attitudeBig chest and a spray-on tanBut if you want it roughShe can't get enoughLetras de cancionesYou wanna get behindShe's the first in lineTake her for a spinYou just come on inBuckle up for the rideKeep your arms insideBlack lace and she's crawling back for moreDid I hear you say 4 on the floor?Making out in a bathroom stallHeavy breathing with her hands on the wallThe chance of getting caughtOnly gets a second thoughtIf it ever gets the first at allThen a whisper in a stranger's earI've got a place 11 blocks from hereYou can hail a cabWhile I settle up your tabAm I making this perfectly clear? From Letras Mania