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Five bedroom house, in estate BMW, best of late Cocktail wife, with breast inflate Kids at play, on playmate Mr. Jones, my best mate Repossession of cars, on that date A victim of my ego, I’ve become Before dawn, on treadmill I run Contracts, forecasts, reports my day begun Sorry, I’ll be late, for supper *** At home, after the sun I promise, tomorrow, we’ll play my son A victim of my ambition, I’ve become Almost all, my hair turned grey Its ulcers, that’s what the doctor say My secretary, she led me astray For another drink, I will stay Tonight alone, in my house I lay A victim of myself, I’ve become
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Dec 29, 2009
Dec 29, 2009 at 8:47 PM UTC
THE PERFECT LIFE
Five bedroom house, in estate BMW, best of late Cocktail wife, with breast inflate Kids at play, on playmate Mr. Jones, my best mate Repossession of cars, on that date A victim of my ego, I’ve become Before dawn, on treadmill I run Contracts, forecasts, reports my day begun Sorry, I’ll be late, for supper *** At home, after the sun I promise, tomorrow, we’ll play my son A victim of my ambition, I’ve become Almost all, my hair turned grey Its ulcers, that’s what the doctor say My secretary, she led me astray For another drink, I will stay Tonight alone, in my house I lay A victim of myself, I’ve become
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Dec 29, 2009
Dec 29, 2009 at 8:47 PM UTC
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