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Hey, hey, look at me,
I'm the on you all want to see,
Give me all your attention please,
I'm the busiest of the bees.

Look at all the things I can do,
Aren't you so happy that I chose you?
Hey, who's that person you're looking at?
Why them - you realise right here I'm sat?

Look, look, look and see,
If life's the mystery, I'm obviously the key,
The no one who can surpass me as the best,
It's no wonder nobody stands to take the test~

I hate it, why are less people looking?!
Can't they see all this talent cooking?!
Who the [i]hell[/i] does that bitch think she is?!
You only have ONE main act in my show biz!

I like it, I hate it, all the attention,
Positive, sweet, and shit like detention,
They're all looking, but now it's all hate,
At least they're all still taking the bait~

Keep looking! Give me more!
Stare at me until it starts to pour!
And even as the rain falls fast,
We should only think of the future, not the past,
The future being my future career,
Success to my name, we don't need a seer,
Hatred is attention, and attention is money,
The price of alcohol really is funny,
It's a bloody good job condoms are free,
I'd probably have like 50 kids, no one would look twice at me.

Aged twenty four,
A collosal whore,
But at least they're all still looking.
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