Put on your tights and your deep red lipstick
No one came for you
Ignore your age and your bright red account it takes guts
Denial too
Why do you need to see what you hear
Who’s gonna record my song
I pose for you your read my prose
I pay until you let me play
Marie thinks I’m selling my soul
God knows I did everything right
I can’t recall why and how it all started
I’m a machine on an island
And I dig and I wave but the bridge is broken
Why do you need to see what you hear
Who’s gonna record my song
I pose for you to your read my prose
I pay until you let me play
Marie thinks I’m selling my soul
You’ve come to see
What’s inside me
I have to say
I have nothing left to say
You’ve come to see
What’s inside me
I have to say
I have nothing left to say
Why do you need to see what you hear
Who’s gonna record my song
I pose for you to your read my prose
I pay until you let me play
Marie thinks I’m selling my soul
Why do you need to see what you hear
Who’s gonna record my song
I pay for you to your read my prose
I pose until you let me play
Marie thinks I’m selling my soul
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