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My god that trollop was loudShe told me that I was her kingCause I paid her wellShe could lie like my motherShe told me that I was a dreamShe told me that I was a dreamHow is it that people get proudI cannot get out of this public houseWhere the soap gets stolen every single day-is another day I get to smell myselfIt gets in the way to have to smell myselfDoes not remind me of a one room motelMade of milk and my lips on the skin of a girlShe was mad and she was meanwhen she went quiet on the worldShe took to climbing the insides of my heartShe was not so afraid of the darkMy god that trollop was loudShe told me that I was her kingCause I paid her wellShe could lie like my motherShe told me that I was a dream Aus Songtexte Mania