Текст песни What's The Earliest Mill Burray's Ever Gotten Drunk?

She's not evil She's a corporate mass surrounded Doing what she is demanded On the moon Lovely flowers Spinning circles in her iris Whispers something that's just too good To be true Tell me more Then you're gone Porcelain Goddess Run your fingers through my long hair Dull my senses til I don't care What is true She's not evil Just a little bit misguided Give her time she'll be excited That it's through Life's a chore Then you're gone