"Produce Me"

Here's a story of a girl
A onetime mouse at Disney's world
An innocence that would get crushed
Than started showing off too much
Well I stand before the crowd
And while I smile you scope me out
Now I don't seem to have a brain
And my songs are really lame
And I just want to know
When I take the stage will you start to throw.

If I flip my hair, if I wear few clothes
Will you produce me
If I gyrate hips, if I lip sync songs
Will you produce me
All I know is I don't want to see
Any produce thrown at me

Got my tongue inside her mouth
Tell me did I gross you out
Now yes I know I'm getting sick
For children my show is not fit
Now I got hitched a day or two
Than in the trash of him I threw
I'm the girl who is a sleaze
A paddle on the butt I need
In hell 's where I belong
I better change my ways before it is all gone
Tell me

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People need a rest
I always put them to the test
To see them agitatedly
Prepare to throw the food at me
Agitatedly
In hell 's where I belong
I'd better change my ways before it is all gone
Tell me

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