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Miranda, Your Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore...
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name;
You asked the time.
It's never been more fashionable to be a bitch. Society loves you, glam rock girl. Let's party all day and return the kids shit-faced.
My muse is `imperfect.
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you.
Said I liked your shoes,
You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs,
And out of view. No prying eyes.
I poured some wine.
I asked your name;
You asked the time.
It's never been more fashionable to be a bitch. Society loves you, glam rock girl. Let's party all day and return the kids shit-faced.
My muse is `imperfect.