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.
"Dead as dead can be," my doctor tells me. But I just can't believe him, ever the optimistic one. I'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy.