Now come one come all to this tragic affair Wipe off that makeup, whats in is despair So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot You might wake up and notice youre someone youre not If you look in the mirror and dont like what you see You can find out firsthand what its like to be me So gather round piggies and kiss this goodbye Id encourage your smiles Ill expect you wont cry Another contusion, my funeral jag Heres my resignation, Ill serve it in drag Youve got front row seats to the penitence ball When I grow up I want to be nothing at all! I said yeah, yeah! I said yeah, yeah! Cmon Cmon Cmon I said (Save me!) Get me the hell out of here (Save me!) Too young to die and my dear (You cant!) If you can hear me just walk away and (Take me!)
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 22:16:59 +0000
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