Hey little peep-show
You kiss me but I know
You're a trust-fund boho
Daddy's big CEO
Gucci bag full of dough
I'm the slummin' you go
When you fill me full of gin and pay my rent again
Don't ask me where I've been
I'll do you any sin
I'll be your Marylin or your evil twin
Whatever gets me in
'Cause once you're past your prime
All men are slime
They've done others prior to
And will do others after you it's true
But until then we'll be
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Said you're a writer with insight
But your words are stuck inside
I say privilege by birth-right will keep your well kinda dry
So doll don't waste your time
You're too pristine for low-life
At least you dig the booze
It makes you a little looser
But every pretty girl's consumed with her own doom
'Cause once you're past your prime
All men are slime
They've done others prior to
And will do others after you it's true
But until then we'll be
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our miseries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
When you fill me full of gin and pay my rent again
Don't ask me where I've been
I'll do you any sin
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our miseries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
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Hey little peep-show
You kiss me but I know
You're a trust-fund boho
Daddy's big CEO
Gucci bag full of dough
I'm the slummin' you go
When you fill me full of gin and pay my rent again
Don't ask me where I've been
I'll do you any sin
I'll be your Marylin or your evil twin
Whatever gets me in
'Cause once you're past your prime
All men are slime
They've done others prior to
And will do others after you it's true
But until then we'll be
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Said you're a writer with insight
But your words are stuck inside
I say privilege by birth-right will keep your well kinda dry
So doll don't waste your time
You're too pristine for low-life
At least you dig the booze
It makes you a little looser
But every pretty girl's consumed with her own doom
'Cause once you're past your prime
All men are slime
They've done others prior to
And will do others after you it's true
But until then we'll be
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our miseries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
When you fill me full of gin and pay my rent again
Don't ask me where I've been
I'll do you any sin
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our miseries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
You kiss me but I know
You're a trust-fund boho
Daddy's big CEO
Gucci bag full of dough
I'm the slummin' you go
When you fill me full of gin and pay my rent again
Don't ask me where I've been
I'll do you any sin
I'll be your Marylin or your evil twin
Whatever gets me in
'Cause once you're past your prime
All men are slime
They've done others prior to
And will do others after you it's true
But until then we'll be
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Said you're a writer with insight
But your words are stuck inside
I say privilege by birth-right will keep your well kinda dry
So doll don't waste your time
You're too pristine for low-life
At least you dig the booze
It makes you a little looser
But every pretty girl's consumed with her own doom
'Cause once you're past your prime
All men are slime
They've done others prior to
And will do others after you it's true
But until then we'll be
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our miseries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
When you fill me full of gin and pay my rent again
Don't ask me where I've been
I'll do you any sin
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our luxuries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Burnin' through your old-man's money
Bankrolling all our miseries
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Somebody else's hard earned cash
While we last
Writer: Michael Brooks, Eric Keith Jackson, Brian Jabas Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING
Performed By: Beat Angels
Length: 3:30
Written by: Michael Brooks, Eric Keith Jackson, Brian Jabas Smith