Princess Superstar Trouble Letras:
Hold your breath when you see me walking by I'm
obsessed with movies, like Barbed Wire throw a
stiletto in ya eye I confess I'm like Jesse James
in an Ames parking lot Have humorous fun pullin
numerous guns on consumers (Run!) Your man-freaked
that, I told John- Get Back Broke your 8Track
A-Dats stole your Kit Kats Grab your fanny pack
and gagged you with a six pack a six White Castle
sack Drip wax in your office fax changed a few
facts in your contract Your advance is axed and A
& R is gonna write all ya new tracks I'm on the
dole with mad loot sellin bootlegs of poor artists
Got two legs to work but I beg for change to drink
Bacardis Hearty meals got these Hardy Boys hard
then taught Nancy Drew and her dog How to jerk off
and how to steal from drug dealers Ahh enough of
this I killed Snuffalufagus With pills and made a
snuff film to prove to Big Bird he exists (See he
is real!) I'm ill cant deal with mere mortals Got
a portal in my knee to beam me to a balance beam
but I just drank 3 Jim Beams My Olympic team is
gonna scream at me, is it my turn? I gotta pee I'm
14 but haven't grown since I was three Get my
kicks feedin drinks to kids in rehab clinks Minx
took Pink to my sink and used her hair die to die
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my minks Tattoo inks with Ajax I highjacked Pat
Sajak Sent him back to Wheel of Fortune with a bad
limp and a crack habit Silly rabbit this song is
for kids, the way the messed up system is If I was
a black man I'd be up on a 8 year bid Id ego you
know I wish I owned those, but I sold em to buy
nice speakers (What kind?) Bose Trouble-We like it
like that Trouble capital T stands for me punchin
ya tummy cover you with honey and ants Fatal
Attraction boil a bunny while I breakdance Fart in
my hotpants in a crowded theatre at Sundance (must
have been the hot ranch) So let's dance because I
killed Bowie's wife with a bowie knife C'mon mon
it was Iman and man Bowie's my man gimme one more
night I just upchucked my pills and Tom Collins on
Phil Collins, I mean Phil it was just a
spill-chill Bad upbringing I made Jerry's kids
phone stop ringing I'm only kiddin with this sick
singing I'm just givin what this track's bringin
Trouble I'm not subtle I need more air so I popped
that kid and stole his bubble Stuck him in some
double Tupperware, A clean death inject ya with
Crest and crystal meth Obsessed with my own
breasts won't look at you so don't get undressed
for sex I guess I'm on a rampage for underage
idols Did Malcolm's bro in the middle and little
Kenny with subtitles I strike quick like the
emperor not the right temperature and I think it's
too easy to make fun of 98 Degrees And now that
you mention it Britney, Christina, and Nsync- Why
even bother, we'll all be gone by next week
Letras: Trouble Princess Superstar [final]