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Jan
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The Girl’s A Straight Up Hustler
There was never a song with so much meaning as this song now.
“Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets
Coloring my senses cherry red at least for this week
(…)I’m sick and tired of writing songs about you, this is it - this is the end.
Take off your make up and put down the camera, choke on the drama that makes me want to
Tear up the pictures and pages you’ve said creating a life of trends and make believe.
(…)’Are you having a good time,sweetheart?’
(…)Carry on home, I’ll be waiting miles and miles away
Leaving you to be forever seventeen
Cleaning up the messes that you’ve made”
Please, let me believe that all my thoughts now are untrue.
