I can't believe your vanity
You're addicted to yourself on TV
Your closet's full of clothes that only you can wear
Wherever you go people stop and stare

Or at least that's what you'd like to believe
Your vanity is killing me

Yourself like a moth to a flame
It's kinda lame...you're attracted to your own name
You call in the middle of sex
You lost your brain
You've got your beauty but you're the object of your desire
You think you're on fire
You think you're so hot

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