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I don't need you, boy, I need plastic therapy. Givenchy glasses on my eyes so I can see. This Saint Laurent looks better than you did with me. I don't need you, boy, I need plastic therapy.
At least my new Mercedes never told me I should change. That Cartier on my wrist never caused me any pain, and, if I'm suffocatin' this time I can blame my chains, yeah, 'specially the one that says my name. I don’t need you, boy, I need plastic therapy.
I don't need you, boy, I need plastic, classics. Baby, while I'm at it, fashion, dramatics, diamonds down my back. Where's your return policy? I don't need you, boy, I need plastic therapy.








