dressed to kill, guess whos dying.
while exiting "The Tranny Shack"
two favourite people, favourite record in the background.
molly fucks plastic sheep.
like mother, like daughter.
DYKES.
Me: oh hey danzig danzig
Chloe: danzig really?
Me: yeah like danzig...
Both: OH SILLY DANZIG!! ahahahh
heres some shots of me hanging out at the haunted mansion. oops i mean my dads office.
iv come to the conclusion that im some sort of mystical witch. ive got a pointy nose and chin, many seductive charms and a large variety of dead animals.
(theres really nothing creepy about me and molly at all. i dont see what all the fuss is about to be honest)
You´re heard enough
Of the blues and stuff
You´re pretty swell now
´cause you´re pretty tough
But I don´t have to tell you
How hard it can be to get by
You never bothered
About anyone else
You´re well educated
With no common sense
But love - that´s one thing
You really need to get by
All your troubles
Come from yourself
Nobody hurts you
- they don´t care
Just as long as you show them
A really good time
All the things
You used to do
A trip to the movies
A drink or two
They don´t satisfy you
They don´t tell you anything new
You know I don´t talk much
Except to myself
´cause i´ve not much to say
And there´s nobody else
Who´s ready and willing
And able to know me - I guess
Listen to me
I´m not finished yet
There´s something to tell you
That I can´t forget
Just have a really good time
There´s a girl
I used to know
Her face is her fortune
She´s got a heart of gold
She never goes out much
But boy - when she does
Then you know
She´s got no money
Well, maybe a dime
But she knows what she´s worth
And that´s reason why
She´s gonna make it
She´s got what it takes
You´ll appreciate that
She´s probably late
But I know
And you know
We all know
She´ll have a really good time