Mother and father came from New York City Working their life away Know they`ll give me anything That a little girl needs to make my life pretty
Seen you before but you`re making me sore But I`m trying not to make a sound Couldn`t help notice you were wanting me You said I can help you make your life pretty
Oh, baby I`m a million, oh yeah Oh, baby I`m a million
You like to mess around with your favorite guns I hope you blow yourself to hell Cause I`ve the need honey I got the greed Just to make my life a little more pretty
Oh, baby I`m a million, oh yeah Oh, baby I`m a million
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