The Mistress On the Hill
She liked her wine and cocaine,
The mistress on the hill.
She used it to dull the pain,
How good it made her feel.
He took her to all the dives,
She learned to love the flame.
It wasn't the best of lives,
But who was she too blame.
She loved her wine and cocaine,
How good it made her feel.
She used it to dull the pain,
The mistress on the hill.
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