The Artiste

I’m an artiste on the weekend
baby I’m an artiste
you go tell all of your friends
and I’m a lover
I’m a lover of fiends
In a palace full of nobodies
you could be my squeeze
come on a be my squeeze

Tell me what do you do?
I don’t do that much at all

Upstairs downstairs
no one need know
your on the bad stuff
good stuff
so nice to be home
you say weirdo
we say healthy

oh it’s nice to be home

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