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• Artiste: Aimee Allen
• Titre: Miss America
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Everything gets old Everyone is dull It's always raining Everyone is scared 'Cause I got Joan Jett hair But I'll keep changing No one understands Why I'm the way I am So why bring it on? I don't want to be your Miss America I won't be your queen for just one day We just want to sing for your America Say the things that you're afraid to say You think I've lost my mind I call it my good time It's while you're sleeping Everyone's force spins So just go back to bed You're scared of dreaming Even if I suck when I'm a little drunk So what? Just sing along I don't want to be your Miss America I won't be your queen for just one day We just want to sing for your America Say the things that you're afraid to say I spit crack in the mold And I resent growing old Smoking up and drinking Doesn't pay the rent, I'm told I've been locked up, not lucked out Been fired up, burned out Been force fed this dick And bit the cock in my mouth And I used to be catholic But now I'm just guilty and filthy With the all the lies that you filled me But I'm the queen of kerosene There is none higher Got so much fucking fuel That you can't stop my fire I don't want to be your Miss America I won't be your queen for just one day We just want to sing for your America Say the things that you're afraid to say I don't want to be your Miss America I won't be your queen for just one day Fuck the east coast/west coast hysteria Say the things that you're afraid to say