Lady


Lady wear's her sorrow
In a long black evening dress
Like a seasoned player
She dresses to impress

Aware that while you watch her
You're bound to overlook
Her disjointed figure
Like a villain from a book

Chorus
To every passing person
She is dripping in her riches
Lady puts a curse on
All the many broke-ass bitches

You could never comprehend
Just how far that she would go
She would strike you without end
Before you'd even know

She is fatal when she presses
But you would never get to see
Lady wearing all her dresses
In your company

Chorus
To every passing person
While dripping in her riches
Lady puts a curse on
All the many broke-ass bitches


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