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"Don't You Want Me, Baby?" Revisited

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a duet, as reinterpreted by a drunken, jobless fund manager … You were working as a stripper in a Christian Bar That much is true I picked you out, I pumped you up, and turned you out Spun you into someone new Now five years later on you've got your bitchaz on your tweet Success has been so easy for you But don't forget its me who put you where you are now And I can outsource you back down too Don't, don't you want me? You know I cant believe it when I hear that you wont see me Don't, don't you want me? You know I don't believe you when you say that I'm drunk and needy Its much too late to find You think you've changed your mind You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry Can't I beat you baby? don't you want me — oh Don't you want my teabag baby? don't you want me —oh and his soon-to-be ex-trophy wife … I was working as a stripper in a Christian Bar But so were you But even then I'd be sitting on a better fac