My dance has passed. Welcome to Hollywood girl. Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore. Combine the throbbin in my head with the rhythm of my fucking feet. Say a novena for all those lost and read the bloodstains on the sheets. I ve whored myself for less than this and I ve prayed to appear to fed. As I knelt on my pillow God I clenched the fucking fists and banged my head. Who could ever.. Who the fuck could ever.. Take the place of me? [x2 Now I kiss up to God my fists and I pray to keep my head though I like your pretty eyes better blackened and my fists all fucking red. Through sickness and health I ve kissed up to God two yearsI have focused.. On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust. Who could ever.. Who the fuck could ever.. Take the place of me? Who could ever.. Who the fuck could ever.. No one can the place of me? Wipe... Wipe off your mouth. Get up off your knees and make me your god. Who could ever Who the fuck could ever? It s sexual debauchery you fucking cuntyou fucking whore You cost what you re worth. Followed by a boy like this Reignited by all your visits. As long as your mouth is shut you ll still be fuckin beautiful. Pack your shit and leaveand take my memories of her with you. I don t need to know [x10 ...And take her fucking with you

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