putting on my eyeliner, cutting my locks just right. keith richards bowie doherty style.
shave my face and abuse perfume, wet my face and with lipstick trace erase all
those old world laws and cross em off the walls of every bathroom stall
kissing girls in the urinals of the world, kissing boys in the backroom boudoirs of 42nd st.
and in my black slip dress, my high heeled leather boots and my guitar slung
round my back. one last eyelashed wink, plug in tune out, hit the stage, and we're on baby

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