Pleather Queens, that's all I know
Ain't got no green to bring them home
Belts and boots, they got me nailed
Ain't got no loot to set assail
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
All those guys, they slap and bite
Can't realize, if wrong or right
They ain't pure breeds, they're from the sewage
Guess all I need's below the bridge
Void of taste and void of class
I'm left to waste beside your trash
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Pleather Queens, they draw me in
To debauchery and sin
Pleather Queens, turned me a thot
Paranoid if I'll get caught
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
I planted roses that shriveled into dust
Still I'm the one that's always craving lust
Always disillusioned at the drop of a hat
Seeped into his rabbit hole and never coming back.
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Prior time to time I acted in their shoes
Now I'm on the other end, I guess I'll pay my dues
What happened to my face? Why those raccoon eyes?
Just trying to find a surefire way to reel in all these guys
I may look like a middle aged woman but I guess that's good enough
To ignite plastic affection between the both of us
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Rotten roots never sprout
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Pleather Queens, that's all I know
Ain't got no green to bring them home
Belts and boots, they got me nailed
Ain't got no loot to set assail
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
All those guys, they slap and bite
Can't realize, if wrong or right
They ain't pure breeds, they're from the sewage
Guess all I need's below the bridge
Void of taste and void of class
I'm left to waste beside your trash
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Pleather Queens, they draw me in
To debauchery and sin
Pleather Queens, turned me a thot
Paranoid if I'll get caught
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
I planted roses that shriveled into dust
Still I'm the one that's always craving lust
Always disillusioned at the drop of a hat
Seeped into his rabbit hole and never coming back.
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Prior time to time I acted in their shoes
Now I'm on the other end, I guess I'll pay my dues
What happened to my face? Why those raccoon eyes?
Just trying to find a surefire way to reel in all these guys
I may look like a middle aged woman but I guess that's good enough
To ignite plastic affection between the both of us
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Rotten roots never sprout
Ain't got no green to bring them home
Belts and boots, they got me nailed
Ain't got no loot to set assail
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
All those guys, they slap and bite
Can't realize, if wrong or right
They ain't pure breeds, they're from the sewage
Guess all I need's below the bridge
Void of taste and void of class
I'm left to waste beside your trash
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Pleather Queens, they draw me in
To debauchery and sin
Pleather Queens, turned me a thot
Paranoid if I'll get caught
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
I planted roses that shriveled into dust
Still I'm the one that's always craving lust
Always disillusioned at the drop of a hat
Seeped into his rabbit hole and never coming back.
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Prior time to time I acted in their shoes
Now I'm on the other end, I guess I'll pay my dues
What happened to my face? Why those raccoon eyes?
Just trying to find a surefire way to reel in all these guys
I may look like a middle aged woman but I guess that's good enough
To ignite plastic affection between the both of us
That paper bag just might be proof
A low-rate faggot's my only use
Rotten roots never sprout
Writer: Aristotle Galanos
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