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you started out that wayyou'd do anything to stayand keep your money boys made of silver and gold and keep your pekinese, turkish cigarettes and your lighter that looks like a gun so you marry your daddy with a different name that's sex and dying in high societysex and dying in high societysex and dying in high societysex and dying in high societythat pretty man of yours the one hiding inside the director's clothes the one who calls you dear after banging away at you in the night that one's just got to go every time you look at him you could almost fall asleep and there's a masturbating getting underneath your belt that's sex and dying in high societysex and dying in high societysex and dying in high societysex and dying in high societyand now you tell the maid to burn you on your virgin back with a curling iron hotter than hot you say it's good enough you say it's good enough you say it's good enough you say your pain is better than any kind of lovethat's sex and dying in high societysex and dying in high societysex and dying in high societysex and dying in high society |