I think I fell in love with a ****-star And got married in a bath-room Honeymoon on the dance-floor And got divorced by the end-of-the-night.
On her thin white neck the Devil's mark.
****-I'm in love with my *****-chick; I present her to my mother with a video, with my MacBook Proβ’, smokin' her Marlboroβ’ clove cigs, all glimmer up with cheap make up falling curls over her shoulders, between you and me, o'er her *** in debris.
There's only one, and one there's only: don't bother me and my ***** chick if you don't get cheap thrills from a midnight flick if you're feeling suicidal, or barely lonely.