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    I can be so petty I can make my head ache with what's on my mind
    Call me unsteady, all this back and forth means you're probably right
    The way that you're talking about me behind my back, I guess I'm doing the same
    Then you drive your car down the wrong boulevard, and there's only one thing left to say

    Oh, I'm a bitch, and I know it, I won't sugarcoat it
    I talk some shit, but I own it, if only for a moment
    So off with my head, leave me for dead, cover me in roses
    We're all a bitch, and we know it
    And I fucking love it

    I can be so jealous I can call you like 30 or 45 times
    Your mother says I'm selfish, she said its only like 20 percent of the time

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    Oh I'm a bitch, and I know it, I won't sugarcoat it
    I talk some shit, but I own it, if only for a moment
    So off with my head, leave me for dead, cover me in roses
    We're all a bitch, and we know it
    And I fucking love it

    I'm not saying that's its not a bit of apathy, oh
    Cause being nice put a knife into the back of me, oh
    If I wear a shirt with a big red heart for you
    It's only what your mother told me to do

    Oh I'm a bitch, and I love it, I won't sugarcoat it
    I talk some shit, but I own it, if only for a moment
    So off with my head, leave me for dead, cover me in roses
    We're all a bitch, and we know it
    And I fucking love it
    And I fucking love it
    And I fucking love it

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    Composition: Spencer Sutherland and Harrison (Tyler) Mead

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