You are nothing to me, girl

Just a plaything, obviously, girl

A cheap shot, a low blow

A rotten apple core

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You are nothing to me, girl

And now you're gonna see, girl

Gonna have to break you down, girl

And you can't run and hide, girl

In that the web you wove, girl

All tangled up with lies, girl

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Cause it caught up to you, girl

It caught up in your eyes, girl

And now they're gonna see, girl

How fake you always were, girl

How rotten inside out, girl

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Just a wretched lying kettle

with a twisted, mangled snout

Spitting steam at anyone

Who stayed to hear you shout

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You were nothing to me, girl

Just a plaything, don't you see, girl?

Just a cheap shot, low blow

A dolly to break down