You plug in bigger sound
Publicizing your pride
Flaunting buggy and boots
Your serpentine love, have
Bigger ear than its feel
Trading opium and fuming deaths
Your beauty
Pall over a gloomy trail
Hankering your crime
Drudging your beauty
I slog my past
So much strain you hide in your vanity box
Your beauty must wane,
Shining my glory;
So much sparkle I weave up in the sky
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