the crack of heels attacking
gravel in an alleyway
scent of something sulfurous
is gushing from her lips
emyli everybody wants to be you
they don't know the shit that you've been through
emyli everybody wants to be you
they don't know the shit that you've been through
the punctures in her arms and legs between
the bruises which she covers up with puffs
and fishnets colored jeans and kisses
emyli everybody wants to be you
they don't know the shit that you've been through
they just like the way you look
the way you dress
the way you walk
they couldn't care less about the way you took a beating
the way you took a beating
the way you took a beating
a beating
a beating
Oooooh
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