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All the pretty boys you call Wont keep you warm at all when winter hits the fall Hair doth not a lover make Your gentle lashes shake Your dainty ankles quake But oh ill be around When all this fucking fashion brings you down To pick your pretty heart right off the ground When they take you on the town With their designer crowns They'll only bring you down And all their cash can't buy you from my arms Lets say hard triumph over charms Lets send these spoiled brats to face the facts And jog the ?? Oh ill be around When all this name dropping brings you down To pick your pretty heart right off the ground