Trash Glam Baby

Oh no, another shit Saturday night
 My jeans don't fit and the money is tight
 Adele is working down at the charity shop
 They got a pair of boots in
 So maybe she'll swap
 For my Biba blouse
 And my pink feather boa
 Is shedding all its feathers
 I don't wanna live no more
 I got my diamante and my stick-on stars
 I got my New York Dolls
 I got my Spiders from Mars
 Trash Glam, baby
 It's a trash can world
 Choose the glitter ball, honey
 Choose the glitter balm
 Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
 You're maybe getting burned
 Dancing too close to the lights
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 In class, they teach "World Civilizations"
 I can't get my head around the whole situation
 I mean, how can you have an adult conversation
 Without talking about Trash Glam Nation?
 Trash Glam, baby
 It's a trash can world
 Choose the glitter ball, honey
 Choose the glitter balm
 Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
 You're maybe getting burned
 Dancing too close to the lights
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 Trash Glam, baby
 Trash can world
 Glitter ball, honey
 Glitter balm
 Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
 Maybe getting burned
 Dancing too close to the lights
 Yeah, I'm a tank top terrorist
 I'm making the scene
 My fishnet's gotten ladders all along the seams
 I'm your basic vacant youth
 If you know what I mean
 It ain't retro
 It's just metro 2017
 Trash Glam, baby
 It's a trash can world
 Choose the glitter ball, honey
 Choose the glitter balm
 Dancing by yourself at the Moth Club tonight
 You're maybe getting burned
 Dancing too close to the lights
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 Another shit Saturday night
 Another shit Saturday night
 My jeans don't fit
 And the money is tight
 Another shit Saturday night