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