American pie - vintage queen

Once there was this girl I knew
She had all she could want
But her unhappiness
Preceded what she bought
She said, "Everyone around here
Is wasting my time"
All of her possessions
Couldn't make her feel fine
She wants everyone to sit around
And talk about her life
Don't ask her how she feels
'Cos that would be a lie

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Don't tell me 'cos you know
I know it hurts
Don't tell me 'cos you know
It's gotten worse
Don't tell me 'cos you think
I don't know shit about the way you feel
Tell me 'cos
I don't want you to hurt

She sat around like a vintage queen
To complain about the world
She says how she's much better than you
She's a special girl
She said, "Everyone around here
Is wasting my time"
All of her boyfriends
Couldn't make her feel fine

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She said, "Everyone around here
Is wasting my time"
All of her boyfriends
Couldn't make her feel fine

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