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Låttexter: Even Rude. Litany.

I suppose you'll tell me you called when I wasn't at home - Say what you mean.
I suppose you're not the answering machine type - Say what you mean.
Either you don't think quickly on your feet - Say what you mean.
Or you hate the sound of your own voice - HEY, HEY, HEY!

The world loves a winner, for all that they are.
And I want to be loved, and get free drinks at the bar.
The worlds not fair, the worlds not fair. The worlds not fair, the worlds not fair.

It's a shame I only have these two eyes - Say what you mean.
It's a shame they're only brown - Say what you mean.
If I had long legs, I'd take up more of your mind - Say what you mean.
And other places that really count - HEY, HEY, HEY!

I know the world loves a model for all that they wear.
You know I want to be loved and get all the girls stares.
The worlds not fair, the worlds not fair. The worlds not fair, the worlds not fair.

Take me back, you remember when I said that.

I remember when I begged for that and now I'm sorry for everything, everything.

I want to shower myself in everything. And I don't think that's too much to ask.
Everyone I know would say the same thing and M.O.B. is about the cash.

HEY, HEY, HEY!

The world loves rich people for all that they buy.
And I want to be loved and not even have to try.
The worlds not fair, the worlds not fair. The worlds not fair, the worlds not fair.

The worlds loves a winner. The worlds loves a model. The world loves rich people and I want to be loved.