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Fair Game

Christ Analogue

Dressed to the nines
In the lastest lies
I feel VIP
What goo are you to me
So cellular
So in control
I live and breathe
My daddy's terrordome
I wear these blondes
Like the magazines
I am the New York scene
With the attitude
I'm the player here
I can run this trade
Yet I live on my back
For my high rise attitude
The game is pushed
By model girls
IPO sluts
Charlie throttle girls
I get my way with you
I see what you're about
I put the cocaine in
And let the fuck come out