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I've got no hooker's heart of goldMy hooks are sharp, my heart is coldThe men just come, and they go like fliesChewing my lips, and drinking my eyesAnd I've been penetratedSo I'm welcome everywhere I goThis mouth has wrapped around somethingMore delicious than the songs I singAnd not just men have known my charmsYou women too, with your golden armsWaxed bare in Europe's fine salonsMy shining blond and golden johnsWith legs spread wide like scissorsWaiting open for your preyWith fingers pinched like tweezersPlucking every hair that's strayDon't you pluck me out of your dear breastWhere my poor head is laid to restLetras de cancionesDon't you pluck me out of your dear eyeWhere I am curling up to dieDays go by like butterfliesDays go by like butterfliesDays go by like butterfliesDays go by like butterfliesCome on look at the skyCome on look at the sky From Letras Mania