Hey vanity, this vile's empty, so are you
Hey glamorous, this vile's not God, anymore, yeah
Speak, I don't get it, should I ignore the fashion or go buy the book
I don't want it, I just want your eyes fixated on me
Coming back, oh
Coming back around the fur
Prostitute, climb back down, through the floor
Please don't f*ck around, and die like this, 'cause I love her
Speak, I don't get it, should I ignore the fashion or go buy the book
I don't want it, I just want your eyes fixated on me
Coming back, oh
Coming back around the fur
Speak aw, that's so sad you're back
I don't wanna get pissed off but anyway
Come on, came so far, I'm here to stay
Just one more vagabond
Speak, you're a liar, you're lying, I don't care about
Wrong, wrong, wrong
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