Yeah, that's the trouble with the stars and the gossip rags You go in empty, when you come out you're carrying bags You go in Mondays sometimes, maybe not at all You believe it when you see it, you really got some gall
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Yeah, that's the trouble with the stars and the gossip rags You go in empty, when you come out you're carrying bags You go in Mondays sometimes, maybe not at all You believe it when you see it, you really got some gall