LYRIC

When I see you in your new blue jeans
I know you're lying, and I know what it means
When I see you take your place among the poor
I know you're a fraud for sure
Bad priestess, bad priestess

So the sunlight plays it's games along your eyes
And it has the same effect on a thousand other guys
And I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the pull, too
But the sunlight makes me strong and I know about you
Bad priestess

Bad priestess, on a thursday as the sun goes down
Bad priestess, with a super-special eyelash trick
Bad priestess, bad priestess

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