Bad Actress
Twenty-one years and you answer the call
Hollywood screams from your bedroom wall
You can't get away from the thrill of it all
Bye-bye baby
Get me out of here I'm done
A girl gone crazy
You ain't foolin'anyone
You can't sing can't dance
Can't fit in your pants
You're a bad actress
You can't run can't walk gotta learn how to talk
You're a bad actress
Come on down and walk the moonlit mile
You've got the perfect teeth
You've got the perfect smile
You do it all wrong but you do it in style
Oh yeah
Bye-bye baby
Get me out of here I'm done
A girl gone crazy
You ain't foolin'anyone
You can't sing can't dance
Can't fit in your pants
You're a bad actress
You can't run can't walk gotta learn how to talk
You're a bad actress
You can't read can't write gotta learn how to fight
You're a bad actress
You're too cold too old and the story's been told bout
The bad actress
Bye-bye baby
Get me out of here I'm done
A girl gone crazy
You ain't foolin' anyone
You can't sing can't dance
Can't fit in your pants
You're a bad actress
You can't run can't walk gotta learn how to talk
You're a bad actress
You can't read can't write gotta learn how to fight
You're a bad actress
You're too cold too old and the story's been told bout
The the bad actress
Oh Yeah
Bad actress
Oooh
Bad actress
No good
Bad actress
Too bad
Aah what's a girl like you doing in a nice place like this?
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Thank You
They said when you find love you'd better hold on You gotta keep it close to you but you gotta give love if you gonna get love and you will know when love's found you So I just
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