daddy takes good care of me:
he gets me high and gets me off
we get on like a house on fire
but let's take a break 'cause i'm getting sentimental
everybody clap, here comes Columbine:
half a bottle of tequila through my throat
down the nauseatingly perfumed porcelain
what a waste of good liquor and neurones
i once met a girl who was so bright
she had to turn herself off
close the curtains
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