Clap for Crimson
She walks the streets
looking at the stars
ohh how it makes her so upset
it's going to be a lot of customers she thought
she. puts her lipstick and heels on
covering the scared under her arms
She's gotta be perfect
for this messed up circus
before she walks on stage
she sniffs her cocaine
shining that depressing smile
got her pimp on speed dial
As she twins and glides
movin to side to side
hearing the lustrous applause
they all love
Crimson
Crimson
Crimson
poor ole
Crimson
Crimson
Crimson
Her parents wonder where she's been
defining her as a deadly sin
she can't go back
she's only 16
the kids these days are really mean
She can't deal with it
so she lives in her imagination
dreaming nonstop
So as she moves so softly
her power so godly
she knows this is her life now
she's all washed up
her mind all fucked up
she's so far gone
it's been so long
since she felt love
Poor ole Crimson
Poor ole Crimson
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