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Sleeping With the Enemy
Lampin' poolside at The Tropicana
Picture me like this; sex 'n glamour
Picture me lifeless; death by camera
Sittin' by her highness, gotta check my manners
I can barely bear this pretty little heiress
Peepin' what I'm wearin', I think that she's embarrassed
Well, fuck you! Matter fact, just did
Now ya wanna show me how your fellow upper crust live
'N that's cool, I can see it's straight opulence
It's clear nobody here got any fear of any consequence
It's clear nobody here knows what a real problem is
I ask you for a beer 'n then shower you with compliments
A kept man, you bet man! I reckon
She could call my name 'n I would be there in a second
'N that's sad, but it pays the phone bill
I can act a fool, she'll take me home still
I think she thinks I think she's slummin' it
I drink, she drinks, we drink, she's lovin' it
I think she thinks I think too much 'n it's
A shame that this dame still thinks republican
Little lady likes to call herself an actress
Prances 'round the party 'n bats her lashes
Dancin' like a harlot in the latest fashions
But she ain't ever act when her back's on the mattress
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Matter fact, she ain't act, she just like to pretend
So she got something to say when she out with her friends
Most of which don't give a shit, cuz they just after her ends
Too much time on her hands, too much money to spend
Got a different pill for every doctor she sees
I guess that being wealthy is a social disease
What she blows up her nose'd make a poor man sneeze
Daddy didn't discipline, she do what she please
Mommy made a mistake, now miss makes many
Miss don't make money, but she shells out plenty
Spoiled little plutocrat who can act reckless
But boy bit his lip cuz the chick bought him breakfast
'N if this is as good as it gets than I'm gone
Send a check to the next cheap jet that I'm on
Got a debt that she'll never collect before dawn
No regrets, let's just let conclusions get drawn
A sad sort, I'm passed bored, I asked for it
If this is class war than I'm sleeping with the enemy
I'm back for it, a cash whore, don't act sore
If this is class war than I'm sleeping with the enemy
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