My God sits in the back of the limousine. My God comes in a wrapper of cellophane. My God pouts on the cover of the magazine. My God is a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene.
My God sits in the back of the limousine. My God comes in a wrapper of cellophane. My God pouts on the cover of the magazine. My God is a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene.
My god sits in the back of the limousine. My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane. My god pouts on the cover of the magazine. My god is a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene.
Darlin' I would never tell. Use your speak and spell. . Like revolution that's bound to stall. It's hard to be ignored. . It doesn't mean that much. I don't hate your guts but.