Ho No, No Ho, Just Plain Ho,
The Donut Patrol,
You Want To Light That Cigarette the Right Way?
Coffee Flavored Coffee
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She never mentions the word addiction
In certain company
Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night now
She pulls those shades down tight
She gives a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna' make everything alright
Says she talks to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes the hair is from a little boy
And the cross from someone she has not met
Not yet
She don't know no lovers
None that I've ever seen
And to her that means nothing
But to me it means, means everything
