Ana Cristina - Rocket Queen | Текст песни

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• Ana Cristina
• Rocket Queen

I love the smell of greed
Is like a mental disease
I’ll be your Billy Jean
Your Rocket Queen
Your butter bean x2

I’m not as well as I seem
I had too much to drink
I forgot how to speak
My head is spinning on me
The walls cave in on me
Lost my purse and ID
As I feed the machine
I feel c-crazy

Can be your mistress and your lover
Cherry pie, undercover
Anything to get a hold of
Money, fame, beauty, power

I love the smell of greed
Is like a mental disease
I’ll be your Billy Jean
Your Rocket Queen
Your butter bean x2

What you gonna do
When the clock strikes three
Dollar signs in my eyes
And your eyes on me
Talking up styles
You have yet to see
But I know you feed
When I cross my knees, Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Got what you need, Ha?
Not happening to me
I pull that bait and switch
I fish them up by the hour

Can be your mistress and your lover
Cherry pie, undercover
Anything to get a hold of
Money, fame, beauty, power

I love the smell of greed
Is like a mental disease
I’ll be your Billy Jean
Your Rocket Queen
Your butter bean x2

Dont stop x4
Dont stop (Jimmy pop that beat) x4

I love the smell of greed
Is like a mental disease
I’ll be your Billy Jean
Your Rocket Queen
Your butter bean x3

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