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Dad says he hates my guts But this club thinks I'm worth 'bout eighty bucks Strangers get drunk while I sit on their lap Mouthing the words to 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac As I pour my next beer Pretending I'm not here Choking on smoke stains They don't know my real name It's a cold man I pole dance Now holding hands has lost all its romance It's worth it Just one tip For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer Pretending I'm not here Choking on smoke stains They don't know my real name Cathy's a bitch and she works on the doors Minding the palace with cheetah print floors I had a lover, a dream and a plan Now I've got a bruise and a coconut tan So I pour my next beer Letras de cancionesPretеnding I'm not here Choking on smoke stains Thеy don't know my real name It's a cold man I pole dance Now holding hands Has lost all its romance It's worth it Just one tip For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer Pretending I'm not here Choking on smoke stains They don't know my real name The only thing they didn't see was bones and wisdom teeth And I can't bear to pull them out now The only thing they didn't see was bones and wisdom teeth And I can't bear to pull them out now Let's give a warm welcome Take it or sell some Here in the palace that everyone fell from So play that old Fleetwood And kill like the streets would And write on my tombstone 'Miss Peach Porcelain' I know I'm gonna age in this club But Dad still hates my guts It's a cold man I pole dance Now holding hands Has lost all its romance It's worth it Just one tip For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer Pretending I'm not here As I pour my next beer Pretending I'm not here Choking on smoke stains They don't know my real name Eyelash, eyelash Eyelash, eyelash From Letras Mania