When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes
And lies in the meadow with her hands tied behind her back
I won't refuse if you know how to use it
Just stop playing that ugly drug music
CHORUS:
Thirteen steps lead down
Thirteen steps lead down
There's commoners and kings
And everyone's a prisoner of
Paper and glue
And a decent pair of scissors
So tonight I'm drinking to your health
Because I just can't stand myself
Thirteen steps lead down [4x]
She stands and fails
On fashion fingernails
Her lovers have her walking 'round
On instruments of torture
And one of them is poisonous
The other is a thief they say
So what one could give to her
The other cannot take away
When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes
And lies in her splendour for a picture opportunity
Cover up that bruise, put on patent leather shoes
Just stop playing that bad mood music
CHORUS
Thirteen steps lead down [4x]
1 comment:
God! It looks like that lamp or whatever she's leashed to is growing more boobs for her...the mind hops like a drunken frog to the image of her with five, six, seven... and since thirteen as a nujmber is conveniently lodged in the mind in Elvis' raspy waily voice, there she stops...with a clusterful.
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