Pain in the Haze

PAIN IN THE HAZE

Do you recall a girl called Dolores Haze? She was abducted by aliens Her face on the milk carton everywhere And was a pity Because you took advantage from her Her tender age An age where young lads dance and sing everywhere everywhere The English language has a beautiful word for these girls: “starlets” But now Lolita is missing There is no future for her And I am exhausted When I found that miserable little brat, I will scream: “Why did you go and die on me?”

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