Cher Lloyd's version of "Turn My Swag On." Sick nasty. She's so fucking fierce!
Mind as well call you Cher Lloyd
Got swagger, no money, unemployed
All the bridges built for you you destroyed
Now fall backwards into the empty void
Whoever matters doesn't mind
Those who do don't matter
Apeshit crazy like the Mad Hatter
Spiking tea with Grey Goose
Feeling high and godlike like Zeus
Our destiny's not what we choose
'Cuz when we do we tend to lose
The Little Engine that could---the red caboose
Underdog weasels out of that noose
No J.D. Salinger, Boo Radley---recluse
No bottles all alone with your jungle juice
Always the vindictive
This euphoria's addictive
It's harmless, unrestricted
There's no facade, no underlying meaning
Danger treads dangerously near
Missing them all as if they weren't here
Damn, do I appear insincere?
That's not what I encapsulate
Not my world that I'd create
Deep down inside's a light
A glow that can be seen in the dead of night
I can only close my eyes and pray
That things end up in the right way
When I say I don't hate anyone I mean it
And I don't need to repeat it to believe it
I wouldn't change a damn thing except my flaws
Live fiercely through my own life's laws
That's the effect but what is the cause?
I'm spinning too fast, put this thing on pause
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