Magazine (demo) Lyrics
An anorexic young upstart struts down the runway
She is so thin but more gaunt then lean
She cut down on her baby fat the fun way, checked herself into a magazine
Like every preacher needs a sinner and the gangster likes the sub-machine
Experts get paid by the beginners
And the bombshell needs her magazine
Ventura police told me that I was weaving on my way down the hall to suite two-ten
See, I get blown away so easily, all it takes me is a few puffs of wind
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When I go out to see my baby, I pick her up at ten-fifteen
And as I wait for all her clothes to get put on I sit down and check out a magazine
