All hail the Beauty Queen!
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At the top of the heap, it¡¯s so pretty up there,
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Yellow veins in the clouds eliciting affairs.
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Burning holes in the pavement with her 1, 2 stilettos,
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Ruby red lips, and thigh-high innuendos.
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She speaks without care, there¡¯s paint everywhere¡¦
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This corpse is a cover girl
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Lounging beside a gutter romance.
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She smells of skinny cigarettes and cheap perfume¡¦
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A vanity mirror¡¯s bloom
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(A pollination dream)
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All hail the Beauty Queen!
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The sunset reflects off her tiara¡¯s rotting diamonds;
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He stands over his prize with whitewash on his mind.
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The spider inside her has nowhere left to go,
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Together forever and no one has to know¡¦
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Where is my daughter, my little girl?
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Her voice called the sun, and her eyes held the world.
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Why are you smiling, what have you done?
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Where is my darling, where has she gone?
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He cries aloud¡¦
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I am chaos. I am revolution. I am order. I am resolution.
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I am the Devil¡¯s face and hands, I swear I¡¯m not killer, just a lonely man.
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I am chaos. I am revolution. I am order. I am resolution.
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Won¡¯t somebody please¡¦
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Lizard In The Lights
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A Girl A Gun A Ghost |