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Well most nights I come home On my own And I am completely slaughtered And I get so off my face I'd crack a mirror 'Cause I look like Satan's daughter And I stagger through my door I'm pursued by all the press Yes, I need to brush my teeth and hide the bruises on my chest Oh, I don't care that I'm living in a slum Even though I've got ten million I'm still on Valium Valium So my husband's gone to jail I was going the same way, but I got a better lawyer And I smoke crack anywhere Keep asylum seekers in my hair I'm not that busy When my man wants to come home I won't give him my address 'Cause he'll probably be stoned and try to ruin my success He'll come on over with two litres of the ???? He'll come on over He'll come on over with his Valium Valium V-Valium Mmm-mmm *Snores* |