Best finish that crossword, so you can tell Facebook how you feel today after waking up at the crack of noon, oily makeup stains on your pillowcase
Down another shot of gold and saunter to our side of the bar
My eyes burrow into your cheap skin, boil you from your feet
You feed on the suffering of others, throw back your head and laugh like the horrible thing you are
I'll tip you as I always do, so you can buy your new boots at the mall
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