You start it out that way
You'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 just like a gun
So you married your daddy
With a different name
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Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
That pretty man of yours
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
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Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex 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
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That's s** and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society