Текст (слова) песни: Lords Of The New Church - Eat Your Heart Out
(Bator/James) Listen. A black ride on rodeo drive in your Fiorucci jeans. You know it`s nice when it`s just like ice. When it`s sucked so dry. Chelsea girl in romantic frills. Make sure that you`re seen. Freudian slips on suburban hips. I`m gonna make you cry. Your T.V. set just fades away `causa some kinda static like me. Your daddy ain`t nowhere around. He ain`t paying your bills. Skeletons are coming all down from the attic for tea. Your doktor ain`t nowhere around. He ain`t curing your ills. Get your girlfriend to make it three. We gotta keep it clean. Play it safe in your private room. Outta magazines. You think you put the X in sex, ah honey you`re so mean. You think you`re slick - you know you`re so slick. You don`t need vaseline. Shut up and sit down. Rich bitch - eat your heart out.
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