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The dangers of being/The Devil wears angel wings

BLAH BLAH BLAH

Where's my vaseline?
In the trash
Something's burning...
Lipstick up my ass
Cold roaming home
Distraught and alone
Limping, bleeding along the loading zone
Busted lip, broken nose
Torn up pussy, torn up clothes
He was nice so I didn't say anything
Even though he persisted to try...many things...

[inaudible]

I cried and cried...
I thought I was to blame
Then I thought: "What's the use?...
He already came."

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