Sep 19, 2005 18:09
I could throw my lipstick and bracelets like gravel
And move to Alabama
I got some more scotch instead...
Then I died/ a thousand times
He hung me with the endless rope . . .
Goddamned prettyboys. And I really dig these lyrics. That's all.
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And thank you for organizing all of that.
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