Every time that I STARE INTO THE SUN, Angel Dust in my dress just comes undone.
And every time that I SELL MYSELF TO YOU, I feel a little bit *cheaper* than I need to.
America, when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?
When can I go to the grocery store and buy what I need with my own good looks?
And every time that I SELL MYSELF TO YOU, I feel a little bit *cheaper* than I need to.
America, when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes?
When can I go to the grocery store and buy what I need with my own good looks?