Cocaine Melody
She uses words like "addiction"
A cocaine melody.
Paints her self portrait.
Cries at the infamy.
She's a angel, oh yea, she's a angel.
Tries to cope with her feelings.
Pain, anger and misery.
A picture of her boyfriend.
Sitting in perfect harmony.
She's my angel, love her completely.
She's my angel.
She says she love her cocaine.
They toke her out of her brain.
Oh baby, she's a cocaine angel.
She keeps the pipe in her purse.
she keeps her clothes in the hearse.
The pipe is her's, who she never has met.
The clothes are singing her favorite verse.
She lights up the pipe and stares into the night.
She pulls her hair back and see's that this isn't right.
The pain comes and the pain goes.
She sits and laughs at the burning stones.
She doesn't use words like "addiction".
She doesn't know of the cocaine melody.
Rips down the self portrait.
Cries at the image on the tattered canvas screen.
She's still my angel, oh yea, she's my angel.
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