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her masquerade
her doctor said 'your time is coming..
after all, temperature's running high'
the judge will always preach forgiveness
they say 'please child, mind your own business"
what do you do with radioactive news?
her lawyer said 'your trial's over..
...go back to bed, i'll screen your calls
for you"
and when the night turns into morning
paper and pencil hostile drawings
of one or too many overbearing fools
she's in love with her masquerade
loving her, loving her mask
all you girls go tell your mothers
that elvis orders us undercover now
she's your sister
she's your daughter
she's a tease on bread and water
she's a young comer...
whippersnapper
tool
yeah, you
