Don't care.
Chemicals are rushing through my veins.
Don't tell me without Lulu's lips I'd be the same.
And in the morning, made of sugar,
sun come melt me down.
Don't tell me..
All I hear..
One reason,
walking down the street I don't fall down,
love conditional..
Here I kneel before a plastic shrine.
Hollow Madonna, who's her maker?
Maybe I don't mind
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