 Sticky with champagne its okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
Her lips are always open and bloody red (bloody)
Trying to get us all in her bed (in her)
And she hears a hundred songs that I wrote her (that I)
Made of tough love and (faux decay (faux decay)(?)).
Sticky with champagne it’s okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
It’s okay, it’s okay
Sticky with champagne it’s okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.
She hates and loves and loves and hates everyone (every)
Now she can’t find a train, to get gone (to get)
(Her back followed her, broken skin grafts (broken)
Half dead smiling, middle of dance (middle of dance)(?))
Sticky with champagne it’s okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
It’s okay, it’s okay
Sticky with champagne it’s okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.
She don’t swallow top shelf
She spits it out all over herself
She don’t swallow top shelf
She spits it out all over herself
Sticky! Sticky! Sticky!
Sticky! Sticky! Sticky!
Sticky! Sticky!
Sticky with champagne it’s okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
It’s okay, it’s okay
Sticky with champagne it’s okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
It’s okay, it’s okay.
Sticky with champagne it’s okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
It’s okay, it’s okay
Sticky with champagne it’s okay it’s her birthday. Sticky!
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.
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