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Paroles: Kesha. Stuck Up.

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Which one was the prettiest?
Which one was the wittiest?
Which one was the shadiest?
To me?

Your suburban little cult
Wouldn't have them know
But you sure found the time
To tease me

You always looked perfect
Yeah
So what
I cared
Now I'm down
With who I am
But you're still stuck up
(You're still stuck up)
There

Stuck up
Little bitches
Who do you think you are?
Did you break a nail
While you were tearing me apart?

Since we're talkin' serious
I was just delirious
Changing my appearance
To please you
Straightening my hair
My clothes
Took the ring
Out of my nose
Giggling all the time
How gross
To be you
Your greatest ambitions
Your social position
But who's gonna give up
When you're all grown now

Stuck up little bitches
Who do you think you are? (Really)
Did you break a nail
While you were tearing me apart?
Stuck up little bitches
Stuck right there in your place
(In your place)
Did you get a blemish
On your little pretty faces?

Stripped of spite
I'm trying to say
You've only gave me
Minor scrapes
And never really
Broke the skin
No hate
No fake
It's just what is

Stuck up little bitches
Who do you think you are?
Did you break a nail
While you were tearing me apart?
Stuck up little bitches
Stuck right
There in your place
Did you get a blemish
On your little pretty faces?

All I ever wanted
Was to be
Like you
And now
I don't look back
And wonder
Who I am
Cause I don't really know
And maybe
Your rejection
Made me stronger
Treat me out
But not for long
Cause I'm up front
With who I am
Being real
Is never wrong

Stuck up little bitches
Who do you think you are?
Did you break a nail
While you were tearing me apart?
Stuck up little bitches
Stuck right there
In your place
Did you get a blemish
On your little pretty faces?
Stuck up little bitches
Who do you think you are?
Did you break a nail
While you were tearing me apart?