All about me
It's all about me, hey, you don't you see?
It's all about me and that's the way that it should be
I'll do as I please, so just drop to your knees
Because I ask for things, I don't ask please
I'll hold out my hand and expect it all
or else you'll find me passed out on the bathroom floor
Because when I speak, you better point those ears
I've got lives to ruin and lipstick to smear
But let's not tell a single living soul
because I've gotta be the queen of them all
And men, oh, men they come in hordes
but my heart is a very big price to afford
But I’ll strut my stuff and a taste or two
and I’ll always have some left for someone new
No one seems to know just how hard it is
to live for myself and no one else's tears
‘Cause it's all about me, hey, you don't you see
It's all about me and that's the way that it should be
But let's not tell a single living soul
because I've gotta be the queen of them all
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