At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix
I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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