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I Don’t Care About You I’m from South Philadelphia up on Avenue CI’ve seen empty hands that was waitin’ to freeze up from the power at home I don’t care about you, fuck youI don’t care about you, fuck you I’ve seen Hollywood Boulevard, Welfare hotelI spent the night in jail in the Wilcox Hotel

I don’t have plans and schemesAnd I don’t have hopes and dreamsI, I, I don’t have anythingSince I don’t have you I don’t have fond desiresAnd I don’t have happy hoursI don’t have anythingSince I don’t have you Happiness, and I guessI never will againWhen you walked out on meIn walked old miseryAnd he’s been

AttitudeSome fuckin’ attitudeI can’t believe what you say to meYou got some attitude Inside that bitter brainThere’s gotta be a whoreIf you don’t shut your mouthYou’re gonna feel the floor Attitude, what you got’s a fuckin’ attitudeAttitude is what you got’s a fuckin’ attitude Yeah, right Inside that bitter brainThere’s gotta be a whoreif you

Buick, buick mackane will ya,Buick mackane will ya be my girl?Oh, be my girl Rainy lady, queen of the rock will yaQueen of the rock will ya help me roll?Help me rollSee my soul Sire, sireYou’re just a sexual goddessYou’re just a sexual goddessBe my brain, oh, in the rain Buick, buick, buick mackane will

Well, she’s all geared up, walkin’ down the streetAnd I can feel the slime, drippin’ down her sleeveWell, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what she’s gonna doWell, you can’t refuse and you just can’t choose what she’s gonna do Well, it’s late at night and I’m all aloneAnd I can hear her