Из альбома: Pollyanna
What's this odd game that's all over the airwaves?
It's their loose lips that laid me so sick with an ear
pinned down on your chest
And all I heard were sighs from that shotgun
that she hides so well, so well under that dress
My my what an awful mess
Does that dress fit alright?
I wanna know why it falls off and on
Are you ok baby?
Hopefully Mississippi will lynch you like it did me...
I'm a cabaret
A Champaign café
Everyone uses to celebrate
But I'm just not ready to rot and dance and laugh
to the sweetest death I ever had
Oh my you look awful with a mouthful
Of sex
like drugs
but I just can't seem to switch off this machine
That turns ivory into kerosene
Does that dress fit alright?
I wanna know why it falls off and on
Are you ok baby?
Hopefully New York City will lose you like it did me
And I've got glass eyes that have died so many times
with thighs and sighs that scream I got to get mine...
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