She crept into your
brain like novacaine
Your heroine blond
bombed shell dream
Gonna hit you up for
a camel a drag of
your nicotine
She's gunnin' for your
bashful libido guitar hero
She's goin' far in life
A graduate student from
gold digging and alcohol
Unlikely a university queen
with diamorphine flowing
through her blood stream
From a broken house
She'll be at home as a
domesticated methadone clone
For now blowin' up your cell phone
Miss narcissistic fiend
Left you a message and
you won't take a hint
She'll play you like your
favorite string
Cause she's strung out
but she's your number one
on her fanzine
She'll wear you on her arm
like her eight track hit
Cause she's out of tune with
her pretty attitude
Your needle in a hay stack
I love your guitar solos during
your stint in rehab
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