IRC-Galleria

They were always watching her, since the downer school.
She was always pretty, but she never had a clue
how cold shed grow, when the dreamboy would go
just leave her alone in this world so cruel.

She stole his heart took the second in line.
You think that's harch, no it's just the game.
Don't hate the player, it's not her fault.
She's drunk and beautiful, what can you say.
Can do what she wants, in every way.

You wish you could get her
she's a hard fish to catch.
You'd only taste blend
she's tasted excess.
Is there any way
she'd notice you again?
Oh darling, I doubt that
men are only toys for her tonight.

She can walk across the room
knowing they're all watching her.
Tonight she's on her best again,
tonight she's ready to go!

She's the one, she's the holiday whore
of the girls nobody just could be more.
All the boys on her feet
she's just looking for a seat,
they'll bring her the wine
wishing to get to go for a ride.

After all she's just tired
of looking for a romance.
Accidently she once lost
the only one she found.
Now she's grown cold
our own holiday whore,
just to cover the loneliness inside
she plays this evil game.

She doesn't care what you have to say.
She doesn't care what you have to give.
It don't really matter what ever you try
she's grown cold, she'll just get another ride.

She's the star of the night, the girls are all jealous.
She doesn't care the party's always around her on.
Our own holiday whore.

She's rebelling bad, crossing the lines
leaving out of town, reaching for her dreams.
Driving the wrong side, taking risks again
to feel the adrenalin, run through her veins
to feel alive tonight, taking excess of cocaine.

She suffered the pain, just to know she did it all.

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