Pretty little thing paints her eyes black
Puts on a face and lights up a cigarette
She takes to the floor in killer designer heels
But everyone knows she's not as cool as she feels
Chorus
She's running out
She's running out
Of everything
In the back of the club she takes her clothes off
Plays with her hair and flicks it way too much
A shallow little beast with no self respect
But everyone knows and wouldn't expect anything less
Chorus
She's running out
She's running out
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