Pornstar Martini E

Picking up a postcard, picture of a mountain. Throwing all her garbage in the magical fountain. Moving out to London, let her be your burden Tonight. Let her be your burden The streets are wide awake 'cause the city never Dreams. She says it's in her blood but it's Just the nicotine. Shaking off your French jeans, can't you see she's Hurting tonight? Yeah, She wants that black car, She want that champagne. She want a jet set to get that good Brain. She want that blank check plus a college Degree. She want all that and more plus a- Don't start without me Daddy, she's a rebel, got no cause or style To beg. And beating a dead horse and ride It into the sunset. He used to be a writer but now he's Just addicted to pills. Beating a horse. She's writing up a script and got her name In neon lights. She's driving up a ramp, He's still on a rail car. It's getting out of hand, she tells me she's A battle of wills. Yeah, yeah, Yes, I hear you. She want that high class, she want that country Club. She want those famous friends with them Designer drugs. She want that penthouse view from Milan to the Sea. She want all that and more plus a- Don't start Without me Oh. Oh. Do you remember the first time? Oh, All day and all of the night. I I think I this just the night. Found my purpose. She want that black card. She want that champagne. She want a jet set. I gave her good brain. She want a blank check, trust fund, College degree. She want all that and more plus A... Wow! This one's for thing, yeah. Ah, yeah.