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𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥*𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺/𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

sᴏɴɢ :
Baby, you got something special
Your body is a work of art
But we got a little issue
I feel your chest, but I can't find your heart
Got more muscles than the ocean
Sculpted like an ancient god
Full of yourself, but no emotion
Yeah, I like to touch, but I can't feel no love

You're looking in my eyes, just to see your own
See your own reflection, your own reflection
Your body's overpriced 'cause you pay yourself
Way too much attention, too much attention

You're so obsessed with yourself
Maybe you should undress with yourself? Hey
Get a table for two, your ego and you
Take him home and make a move
So obsessed with yourself, obsessed with yourself

Baby, like your lady special
Picture perfect beauty bells
Only looking surface level
That's if you can take your eyes of yourself
Gonna end up with nobody, nobody
Even though we form a line, oh yeah
But I don't even think you're worried
If you've got a mirror, baby, you're fine

You're looking in my eyes, just to see your own
See your own reflection, your own reflection
Your body's overpriced 'cause you pay yourself
Way too much attention, too much attention

You're so obsessed with yourself
Maybe you should undress with yourself? Hey
Get a take of the two, your ego and you
Take him home and make a move
So obsessed with yourself, obsessed with yourself
You're so obsessed with yourself
Maybe you should undress with yourself? Hey
Get a table for two, your ego and you
Take him home and make a move
So obsessed with yourself, obsessed with yourself

Do it, baby, like you do
I love it and I hate it too
Do it, baby, like you do
'Cause I'm obsessed with myself too

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