Party Girl





11pm Friday Night

Drink In Your Hand

A smile, a twinkle in your eye

A man on either side



You look so good in your cashmere ways

The wine, and the dine

The expencive gifts

The nameless men every night



Underneath your glitz and glamour, I see the truth

The lies that you hide under

The denial and the shame

The whore you turned yourself into



You're so bitter that you're going to turn old

You bathe in the blood of all the young virgins

Hoping their carrion will some how rejuvinate your old flesh

To young and supple



Drink the drink of all the ages

Dance till your heart explodes

Hold onto your lies and shame

And suck donw on all of it






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