Who do you.
Who do you think you are?
Some kind of super star?
We'll see.
Where do you?
Where do you think you are?
That you won't get you far
With me
You're just so dashing
You marvel at the sound
Love your old voice, as you crash into the ground
You look so perfect, but everybody knows
They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes
So bloody perfect, but everybody knows
They're just so petrified the emperor has no clothes
Just so you know
That's how it goes
You're bad
You're bad for my head
Because you make me sick
You prick
Don't you know?
Don't you know who I am?
You know I'd like your face.
To kick
If your lips are moving I know you must be lying
You even suck the light out of dying
You look so perfect, but everybody knows
They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes
So bloody perfect, but everybody knows
They're just so petrified the emperor has no clothes
The house of cards are falling, luck is running thin
Father forgive him, [?] is not a sin
You look so perfect, but everybody knows
They're petrified to say the emperor has no clothes
So bloody perfect, but everybody knows
They're just so petrified the emperor has no clothes
You look so perfect, perfect
The emperor has no clothes
So bloody perfect, perfect
The emperor has no clothes
You look so perfect, perfect
The emperor has no clothes
So bloody perfect, perfect
And everybody knows
Except you
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