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you started out that way you'd do anything to stay and keep your money boys made of silver and gold keep your pekinese, turkish cigarettes and your lighter that looks like a gun so you married your daddy with a different name sex and dying in high society(x4) that pretty man of yours hiding inside the director's clothes the one who calls you dear after banging away at you in the night that one's just got to go every time you look at himyou could almost fall asleep and there's a masturbating getting underneath the bed sex and dying in high society (x4)and now you tell the maid to burn you on your virgin back Letras de cancioneswith a curling iron hotter than hot you say it's good enough (x3)you say your pain is better than any kind of lovesex and dying in high society (x8) From Letras Mania