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It's a love story for the new age,
For the six page,
Want a quick, sick rampage?
Wining and dining, drinking and driving,
Excessive buying, overdosin', dyin',
On our drugs and our love,
And our dreams and our rage.
Blurring the lines,
Between real and the fake.
Dark and lonely,
I need somebody to hold me.
We will do very well,
I can tell, I can tell,
Keep my safe in his bell,
Tower, hotel.
Money is the anthem,
Of success.
So put on mascara,
And your party dress.
I'm your National Anthem,
Boy, put your hands up,
Give me a standing ovation.
Boy, you have landed,
Babe, in the land of,
Sweetness and danger,
Queen of Saigon.
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