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  • We got it on that way
    We'd do anything to stay
    And keep your money boys
    Made of silver and gold
    And keep your pekingese, Turkish cigarettes
    And your lighter that looks like a gun
    So you marry your daddy
    With a different name
    That's *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    That pretty man of yours
    The one hiding inside the director's clothes
    The one who calls you dear
    After banging away at you in the night
    That one's just got to go
    Every time you look at him
    You could almost fall asleep
    And there's a masturbating
    Getting underneath your belt
    That's *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    And now you tell the maid
    To burn you on your virgin back
    With a curling iron
    Hotter than hot
    You say it's good enough
    You say it's good enough
    You say it's good enough
    You say your pain is better
    Than any kind of love
    That's *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
  • We got it on that way
    We'd do anything to stay
    And keep your money boys
    Made of silver and gold
    And keep your pekingese, Turkish cigarettes
    And your lighter that looks like a gun
    So you marry your daddy
    With a different name
    That's *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    That pretty man of yours
    The one hiding inside the director's clothes
    The one who calls you dear
    After banging away at you in the night
    That one's just got to go
    Every time you look at him
    You could almost fall asleep
    And there's a masturbating
    Getting underneath your belt
    That's *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    And now you tell the maid
    To burn you on your virgin back
    With a curling iron
    Hotter than hot
    You say it's good enough
    You say it's good enough
    You say it's good enough
    You say your pain is better
    Than any kind of love
    That's *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society
    *** and dying in high society