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    One (Come on), two (three), three

    Come on, now
    Won't you settle down
    You got something to say? You should let it out
    I'm so meta now
    Aren't there snakes in the grass you can cry to? (Cry to, cry to)
    I'm a shooting star
    I'm a wrecking ball (He's so strong)
    I'm whatever the hell I could ever want
    Where's the mini bar?
    We can cheers to the one that you lied to

    It's alright if my name's on your lips (It's alright)
    It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (It's alright)
    I stay smilin', my hand on my hips
    Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
    Don't act like we got bread left to pay (Left to pay)
    You built my bridge and then hit your face (Hit your face)
    You won't be what you wanted to be
    You're a hater, hater, hater, hater

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    Baby, how could you bring me down?
    I've been beaten and bruised, but I'm still around (Still around)
    It's just funny how, bitch, you just can't stop thinkin' about me ('Bout me)
    It's okay, I'm the thriller
    I'm the muse, I'm the killer
    So, come take a seat, kick up your feet, listen to me (Hey)

    It's alright if my name's on your lips (It's alright)
    It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (Son of a bitch; it's alright)
    I stay smilin', my hand on my hips
    Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
    Don't act like we got bread left to pay (Left to pay)
    You built my bridge and then hit your face (Hit your face)
    You won't be what you wanted to be
    You're a hater, hater, hater, hater

    (The king has arrived)
    Look at you there, up on your throne
    Nobody's watchin', nobody's home
    And you blame the gods, but isn't it odd?
    You did this to yourself

    It's alright if my name's on your lips (Oh, ooh; It's alright)
    It's alright, I'm a son of a bitch (Son of a bitch; it's alright)
    I stay smilin', my hand on my hips (Hey)
    Like I made it, made it, made it, made it
    Don't act like we got bread left to pay (Bred left to pay)
    You built my bridge and then hit your face (Hit your face)
    You won't be what you wanted to be
    You're a hater, hater, hater, hater

    (Ooh)
    (Ew, son of a bitch)

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