At the age of 23
For I'm starting to learn I may never be free
But though I may never be free
Fuck you and your money
I'm tired of your money
And I sit on the curb cause it's the prettiest night
With no one else in sight
You know I wore this dress for you
These killer heels for you
See the dark it moves
With every breath of the breeze
I will retire to the salton sea At the age of 23 For I'm starting to learn I may never be free But though I may never be free Fuck you and your money I'm tired of your money And I sit on the curb cause it's the prettiest night With no one else in sight You know I wore this dress for you These killer heels for you See the dark it moves With every breath of the breeze Explain Request ×
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