Sex and dying in high society

you started out that way
you'd do anything to stay
and keep your money boys
made of silver and gold
keep your pekinese,
turkish cigarettes
and your lighter that looks like a gun

so you married your daddy with a different name

sex and dying in high society(x4)

that pretty man of yours
hiding inside the director's clothes
the one who calls you dear
after banging away at you in the night
that one's just got to go
every time you look at him
you could almost fall asleep

and there's a masturbating getting underneath the bed

sex and dying in high society (x4)

and now you tell the maid
to burn you on your virgin back
with a curling iron
hotter than hot

you say it's good enough (x3)

you say your pain is better than any kind of love

sex and dying in high society (x8)