Miss Media Darling,
I'll be famous when you're dead
I'll be famous when you're dead.
I'll wear your songs;
I'll sing your clothes;
I'll be your mail;
I'll read just like you,
I swear.
Miss Media Darling,
I'll be amazing when you're dead
I'll be amazing when you're dead.
I'll marry your gossip;
I'll forget your man;
I'll be your life;
I'll live perfect, too,
I swear.
Miss Media Darling,
I'll be beautiful when you're dead
I'll be beautiful when you're dead.
I'll be your words;
I'll raise your food;
I'll eat your child;
I'll speak interesting soon,
I swear.
Friday, November 6, 2009
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