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Pauline's roommate and her boyfriend are really sweet but completely fucking retarded. Polly is trying to be nice about it and brush it off but I know that deep down inside the only thing stopping her is that murder is illegal.
 
Money on my motherfucking mind
Cop five haircuts at the same time
White gold pants, Jet Ski made of Yuan
Foie Gras bust of Albert Einstein
Get money
Money out my motherfucking mouth
A mansion, a ranch, and a camp and a town
A motherfucking store with a floor made of scalps
Bobby from the block don't got rocks he got Alps
Get money
Money in the motherfucking jar
Shark Fin Pastry
Summers on Mars
Twenty motherfuckers in a levitating car
Seven-forty-seven full of women and cigars
Get money
Money in the motherfucking pot
A castle full of cars and the yard full of yachts
A leopard with a mink
And an arm full of clocks
All hand wound everyday by a Spock
Get money


 
Baby Hotline
Please hold me close to you
Baby flatline
Still time to do it too
(Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time
Chow down to earth
But in your head she's a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom!
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her okay
Hung up and put it on hold! (-old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
(Oh, uh, I'll try again though)
Baby Hotline
Please dial nine to get out!
No flatline
What were you scared about?
(Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
Boundary boredom!
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die
And I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry
And I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside
And see her okay
Hung up and put it on hold! (-old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Numb, feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
Sunbathe 'til morning time
And your e-eyes
Will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby, nevermind
And my si-ight
Oh, run and hide
I can say
Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon
(What about...)
I've been dead
Oh, wrap the trouble now (Ha ha!)
I feel so good
Ring won't bend (And you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won't stay more anymore, oh I don't even think about it
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh
 
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