(You fucking whore)
Three times alone this week
I was supposed to
Be a rock star
"I only beat you when I'm drunk
You're only pretty when
You're crying"
We are supposed to be
The ones who set the air afire
Three times alone this week
I was made into a liar
Whether I
Found the gold
I never told
Richer: I
The brilliant white, I
I wear shoes that move
Men from deserts to riches
Give me what you got, girl
And scratch it 'cause it itches
Call me "Chameleon"
And set this air afire
Three times alone this week
I was supposed to be a liar
Whether I
Found the gold
I never told
Richer: I
Brilliant white, I
Maybe not
Why the stare?
Would I lie
About that which I am scared?
What did I
Say to you?
Step into
A pot of gold
Rejoice in fire
That which soon burns cold
What did I
Say to you?
Maybe not
Why the stare?
Would I lie
About that which I am scared?
What did I
Say to you?
Nothing
Step into
A pot of gold
Rejoice in fire
That which soon burns gold
What did I
Say to you?
And I
Can't deny it
The love, the throat, sincerity
(Woo!)
And I
Can't deny it
"I gotta keep my P.M.A."
'Cause I
I learned to lie
I tell you that I
Don't you realize that I silence it?
It's that fuckin' hard
You fuck, fucking whore
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