She draws the costume correct in thick, black and red eyeliner.
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She's too young for the club but the guys at the door don't mind her.
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The boys are all lining up for their chance to wine and dine her.
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She thinks she's working the scene,
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but she's caught up in a web full of spiders (and all the drinks they buy her)
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says maybe you can drive me home if you
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want.
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Then you wake up beside her saying "baby I think you should leave..."
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- She had a really rough night, she got too high, now she can't breathe
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and if the ambulance comes you know they're gonna bring the police,
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so you wrap her up tight, put her to sleep beneath a willow tree
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and your hands are clean...
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She don't like cocaine, baby just likes how it smells says maybe you can drive me home if you
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want.
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So go out and have your fun tonight,
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you might as well go out and raise your glass to life.
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Go out and have your fun tonight,
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you might as well go out and raise your drinks to life,
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'cause we're all going to Hell...
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And so now we can see how easily we become hopelessly tangled up
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in the very webs we've spun.
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So give me one last line and I promise you I'm done -
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This is the story of how one night can weigh a ton.
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Cocaine (We're All Going To Hell)
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