Had an American in London
He was fine
Yeah, he was fine
Repping Gucci, dripping Tiffany
And his baby was alright
Yeah, his baby was alright
If it's gonna be me
Then it's gotta be wrong
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Then I'll play along
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Then you're not in my heart
And if I open up
You'll tear me apart
And mess up this place
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But I wanna be rich and beautiful
Brought me to Paris for the summer
Back when kissing was alright
And he kissed me the whole night
Said he'd be in love with me forever
But the paparazzi was outside
The paparazzi was outside
If it's gonna be me
Then it's gotta be wrong
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I'll play along
But if you're in my face
Then you're not in my heart
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You'll tear me apart
And mess up this place
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