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Some people say I am a viper.
Some people say I lay in wait
For the next innocent eyes
To lock right into mine.
I've set the trap and now I throw the bait.
Some people liken me to a spider,
Waiting for her pray to come too close to her nest.
And when they reach my hive,
That's when I make my dive,
Like the time I asked the fly to be my guest.
I sell my soul for fifteen bucks an hour.
I took out all my morals - I won't need them any more.
I'm pushing Opium five hours every day,
And my mama won't admit that I'm a -
PERFUME REPRESENTATIVE
AT MACY*S
FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON.
The people walk on by as though I'm not there.
They forward march, in spite of all my pleas.
But as they walk on past,
I spray them very fast.
Hell, if I can't make 'em buy, I'll make 'em sneeze.
I sell my soul for fifteen bucks an hour.
I took out all my morals - I won't need them any more.
I'm pushing Opium five hours every day,
And my mama won't admit that I'm a -
PERFUME REPRESENTATIVE
AT MACY*S
FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON.
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