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A dark parody of Britney Spear's song by the same name

Britney, can't you see?
Your record sales are falling
A girl like you should wear a warnin'
It's dangerous, how far you're falling
There's gotta be an escape, you can't wait
You need a hit, Britney get to it
Your lifestyle is dangerous, we're not lovin' it


Too high, won't come down
Losing your head, spinning round and round
Do you understand the message of this song yet?


CHORUS


With a taste of wine upon your lips, you're on a ride
So toxic girl you're slipping under
Trapped by the taste of a poison paradise
You let fame get you addicted
Don't you know that it's toxic?
And we're hating what you're doing to yourself,
Oh baby don't you know that it's toxic


It's not too late not to give up
You took a sip from that devil Federline's cup
Now slowly it's destorying you


Too high, won't come down
It's all over the news and oh how those suicide rumors are starting to go around
Have you had enough yet?


With a taste of wine upon your lips, you're on a ride
So toxic girl you're slipping under
Trapped by the taste of a poison paradise
You let fame get you addicted
Don't you know that it's toxic?
And we're hating what you're doing to yourself,
Oh baby don't you know that it's toxic


(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)


With a taste of wine upon your lips, you're on a ride
So toxic girl you're slipping under (Toxic)
Trapped by the taste of a poison paradise
You let fame get you addicted
Don't you know that it's toxic?
And we're hating what you're doing to yourself,
Oh baby don't you know that it's toxic


Unintoxicate yourself now
With your fan's lovin' help now
If you don't
Oh Britney baby baby....
I think your career will be over now
(I think your career will be over now)
Unintoxicate yourself now
With your fan's lovin' help now
Oh Britney girl I swear.....
I think if you don't.....
Your life could be over now

2007 Ramona Thompson

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