What you need is a flattering mirror A strong elixir with no hangover properties Nineteen year old lovers who can stay hard all night A million dollars with no strings attached
I say yeah yeah yeah But you don't know where you can find it I say yeah yeah yeah Life's little luxuries
What you need is a vial full of asses milk Your very own doctor to prescribe you the blues A brilliant career with critical acclaim Orgasms, riches, power and fame
A trip to india A trip down the ganges A copy of justine, signed by de sade A bag or two of neil's purple heads Gold-tipped, silver printed, black calling cards A villa in sydney An igloo in alaska A girl who can come Anytime I ask her Thirteen red peacocks with eyes like the sun Monogrammed bullets for my pearl handled gun A rolls a mercedes A dozen blue poles The flesh of my servants The deed to their souls To meet damien lovelock from the celibate rifles Chocolates and salmon Truffles and trifles Wait there's more Everything and more There's gotta be more
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