Your prime obsession That glaze keeps hanging on Dancefloor confessions Just another hit and run Cold winters powder Twist the mirrorball The pain screams louder For a way to end it all This time aint wrong This time aint right Who is doing you tonight Blinded by a flash for fantasy Your souls discomfort That feelings nothing new Your polished glamour Lets you do the things you do One disco biscuit Two mascara tears That makeup covers well But wont keep in the fear
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