Oh snap, why was he in the house?
I can't believe your vanity
You're addicted to yourself on TV
Your closet's full of clothes that only you can wear
Wherever you go people stop and stare
Or at least that's what you'd like to believe
Your vanity is killing me
Vanity, vanity
Vanity, vanity
You think yourself high, you think you're on fire
You're the object of your desire
You got your beauty but you lost your brain
In the middle of sex, you call your own name
That's not funny, it's kind of lame
You're attracted to yourself like a bottle of wine
Vanity, vanity
Vanity, vanity
Vanity, vanity
Vanity, vanity
Vanity, vanity
Vanity, vanity
Vanity, vanity
Vanity, vanity
Vanity
Vanity
Vanity
Vanity
Vanity! (Is the goal, look at you)
Vanity!
Vanity! (Is the goal, look at you)
Vanity!
Money! (Is the goal, look at you)
Money!
Money! (Is the goal, look at you)
Better know why
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