Letra No Good Advice de Girls Aloud

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Daddy told me, Look into the future,
Sit at your computer, be a good girl
And Mumma said Remember you're a lady
Think before you play and straighten your curls

Well, everybody's talking like I'm crazy
Dangerous and lazy, girl with no soul
But I've seen it all from where I'm hiding, baby
Cos I'm slidin' out of control

Here I go, off the road, crank the stereo
I flick a finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hand, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth because it might show

I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathising
I don't need no special fix to anaesthetise me

Daddy always told me to remember
Leave the boys to later, don't you drop down
Mumma said I'd never get to heaven
Hanging 'til eleven with the wrong crowd

Everybody's talking like I'm only just another phoney girl who got played
But I dig the music that I'm making, baby.
And I'll break it into your brain

Here I go, off the road, crank the stereo
I flick a finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hand, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth, because it might show

I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathising
I don't need no special fix to anaesthetise me

I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathising
I don't need no special fix to anaesthetise me
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I don't need no good advice
No well intentioned sacrifice
And I don't need no Sunday trips
No chocolate box or speed for kicks
Hell I don't need no beauty sleep
No need to count those dirty sheep
And I don't need no bedtime prayer
Cos frankly I don't even care