8.Sugar Champagne
Champagne tongue, smoked out lungs
Prada kisses on your 1 a.m.
Creepy crawls, slipped iron velvet glove
Blushed cheeks, expense it to the club
These London bridges are falling down
All that sugar and champagne keeps me awake
I took my doe to the woods to sing a river song
Dressed her in all these pearls
Asked her to play along
Sean, what do you want from me
I'm covered in silk and bills gold light, what does it mean？
My London bridges are coming down with skeleton wire
And if you see my doe with a smile on her face
In the chalk white quintessence I could taste
All that sugar and champagne keeps me awake
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