Flowers
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Flowers
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In the street you sell it all
To anyone who calls
I will pimp you to any clown
Anyone that’s around
Well you know that you’ll fall apart
It’s not iron it’s your heart
And how swift is your decline
Like a young fresh wine
How low will be the depths
Until you take your last breath
You never stood a chance
For any man you’ll dance
’Twas the time of the jack ripper
Exact dates not known to us
But we know he butchered prozzies
And cut out their uterus
Let’s hope Jack does nothing rash
And we make some cash
All the old pervs just leer
They won’t shed a tear
You’re cut down from year to year
Then a fresh crop appears
Your erotic dance is death
Orgies then your last breath
In the street you sell it all
To anyone who calls
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