Paris Hilton Why does this always feel like a wind up You can’t make your mind up I wish you could I really, really wish that you would So I know where I’m stood
I call her Paris cause She wishes that she was But she doesn’t need peroxide or fake tans To make her better because Even without the makeup You’ll just cause a shake-up Darling you’d look better without anything on.
I wish that you could find A solution to ease my mind Do you hate searching in your spare time
And if you weren’t so fine Then I wouldn’t be so inclined To keep writing you these rhymes, oh
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(This is not a love song) Cause I’m in 21st century mode And I’ll explode if I hear a fake emo-tion (This is the last song) Well I was just about to say You say you don’t like me anyway, I’ll retaliate With the sound of the underground By the sound of the underground I might not mean your area’s local scene That doesn’t have anything to do with what I mean But one day you’ll see
That if you weren’t so fine I wouldn’t be so inclined To keep wasting all my time on
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She’s a rich miss, loves to bitch, Dirty looks and glam and glitz One kiss, hit or miss She’s far from promiscuous Girls hiss, cause this girl doesn’t have to serve To make her hotter than Paris Hotter than Paris please This woman has me on my knees x2
Singin’ Paris Hilton, why does this always feel like a x4