The stars are singing a new song...an old song...I don't understand...
...Have I been bad?
They whisper in my ear...they tell me what I must do...
don't want to don't want to don't--
can't, promised I wouldn't, promised, swore, aren't I good a girl, aren't I good enough? I'm trying, so hard, I say my prayers and count the beads
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