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Şarkı Sözleri Mother and father came from New York City Working their life away Know they'll give me anything That a little girl needs to make my life pretty Seen you before but you're making me sore But I'm trying not to make a sound Couldn't help notice you were wanting me You said I can help you make your life pretty Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah Oh, baby I'm a million You like to mess around with your favorite guns I hope you blow yourself to hell Cause I've the need honey I got the greed Just to make my life a little more pretty Oh, baby I'm a million, oh yeah Oh, baby I'm a million