by Stuart edwards

Bring it all down bring it down on me
She's got a head full of pretties and electric dreams
You cried for a man
He said he'd take you home
But he just wants to write a book about the boys you've blown
It's a drag you know
You'll never get to heaven if you wear those clothes
Thats the price of fame
And if you want it baby that's the price you pay

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