Punks in Paris - Dollar Signs

I’m not a lover or a fighter

I am a self-conscious dick

Love’s between a girl and her drug dealer

A love between a boy and bitterness

And I’m afraid of the way that I feel

I’m afraid my feelings aren’t real

Cause I cried more at Terminator 2

Than when I got left by you

So self-righteous

So self-loathing

And I just found a tick living in my hair

I don’t pull him off

I’m just glad something needs me to be here

And now I’m tasting wine and cheese

Taking rides on my jet-ski

I can afford all these things

With the money I was saving for your engagement ring

So self-righteous

So self-loathing

So self-righteous

So self-loathing

And if Kanye West feels alone sometimes

What hope do I have?

What hope do I have?

And if Kanye West feels alone sometimes

What hope do I have?

What hope do I have?

What hope do I have?

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