Из альбома: Twelve Angry Months

Yeah, I hope you have a lonely life
Yeah, I hope you have a lonely life


A high heel stumble home from the gala, with your gurney bag clutched to your chest
hangin' on the arm of the guy who sewed into your new dress

oooh, it's a tragedy, so completely, it's almost Greek
and if I was to be hard-pressed, I'd lie and say I could not care less

Yeah, I hope you have a lonely life
Yeah, I hope you have a lonely life
a lonely life

one red carpet bleeds into another, you're stained and it wont rub off
lining up to get under your covers, the boys with white belts
snouts for the trough

oooh, its a tragedy, so completely, I'm barely me
and if I were to be hard-pressed, I'd lie and say I'm not obsessed

Yeah, I hope you have a lonely life
a lonely life

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