Jessica Simpson
Where has your love gone
It's not in your music, no
You need a vacation
To wake up the cavemen
And take them to Mexico
Jessica, Jessica Simpson
You've got it all wrong
Your fraudulent smile
The way that you feinted the day that you die
My bodies in shambles
Inthrusted with brambles
That sharpen the air I breathe
What's on the menue
Jessica can you
Take down my order please
Jessica, Jessica Simpson
You've got it all wrong
Your fraudulent smile
The way that you feinted the day that you die
Tomorrow gets closer
A purple bulldozer
Is calling you on the phone
Your lovelife preceeds you
Your son in law feeds you
Injections of cortizone
Jessica, Jessica Simpson
You've got it all wrong
Your fraudulent smile
The way that you feinted the day that you die
Jessica Simpson
Where has your love gone
It's not in your music
So where has it gone then?
Jessica...
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