Fame, Liquor, Love give it to me slowly.
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly,
Me and God, we don't get along so now I sing.
I'm living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday,
Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing.
'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I truly
Want' it's innocence lost.
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