Ghostwriter Madly In Love
Happily piling in,
The discount store games begin
tis the season to be jolly but
Dont ****ing touch me!-
beneath the holly
I dont know where that mouths been
and look at those clothes!
thrift store threads, what hideous throws!
Clank clonk clank, duh
dribbling dance, but i wont get on the dance floor and
Cut a rug!
Im far too fly of a fashion bug
Hairs exquisite down to the longitudinal strand
ha did you see last night reality show?
Come up with phantoms
Sphinxes, and gargoyles-
The honest are misleading
Succubus lies in recline
And snickers at it all
While her parasol protects her
Cuz the demons dont like the sun at all
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