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Joan of Arkansas - I Am Your Own Worst Critic

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You'll get a fist to the jaw if you don't play it cool
You're a teenage slut and I'm a Catholic school
I've seen what you can do, so don't believe the hype
I can B negative, because that's my blood type

I'm tiger and you're prey
I'll never go away
Look in the mirror and say
I guess I am your own worst critic

Don't want to live in your head because I hate it here
Although you keep my fed with cigarettes and beer
Split personality, at least I pull my weight
A hatchet to our skull, maybe we'll bifurcate

I'm tiger and you're prey
I'll nеver go away
Look in the mirror and say
I guess I am your own worst critic

Whеre would you be?
Without me?
Where would you be?
Without me?
Where would you be?
Without me?
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