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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