Now were only left with pity,
Nobody ever seems to worry,
I'm left with my own self-sorry...
Nothing close to mine,
Put on you lipstick,
Wrapped in Marrocan red,
Lay yourself down in a strange position,
In the most dirty bed,
A life sadder then sad,
Ready for the after transition...
We were supposed to go to the capitol,
Now I'm standing a window dress doll,
I'm becoming a girl without pride,
A late night, no white kind of bride,
No pride no pride,
For this late night kinda bride...
We were supposed to go to Amsterdam,
In stead of getting amstedamned...
|The amsterdam windows...|
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