Baby, wanna cigarette? Wearing haute couture in a Dover Street basement We got robbed in a safe space They took everything Got drinks while we played 'Cause they're waitin' on the drag queens, but it's all the same I mean it It's all the same to me
We the people fuck in bathrooms Or in backrooms, they're our classrooms Don't like what you see? Don't you fuckin' look at me We're good up here in the nosebleeds Even up this high, we see things Things you wouldn't dream of Things you couldn't dream of
All talk, no show Big step, you know Fist up, be strong Backseat singalong Sugar, cinnamon Unfit regimen And the way the words all sound And the way the words all sound again
Wasted, lost and found Art show, shut it down Criss cross applesauce Ponytail, lip gloss Sweet spot, Novocaine Show off, Daggett Lane And the way the words all sound And the way the words all sound again
And again, and again And again
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