The Falcon Celebutard Chronicles Lyrics

She's got the biggest t__s. He's got the longest d___.
And I get to read about it every week.
You hear that sucking sound? It's culture going down.
Seaward with the C-words; submerged in s___ with dreams to drown.

Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown.

This is my favorite ad I got on pay-per-view.
The vacant b____ in the convertible reminds me of you. Oh baby.
I'll watch my f___in' mouth the day it gets a date with Ashlee Simpson, or stars in ads from TRESemme.

Is it the taste of vomit or the cocaine?
All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?
One thousand sunken eyes? The way she shows her thighs?
The million f___ing dollars, the jet-skis, or the guys?
How 'bout those f___ing aspirations? Aiming for the vacuous end.
I wanna need that respiration. I wanna get some press for it.0

Press it on. Press it down. it's already up in my face now. Oh baby.

I wanna see my name in lights. And throw up in my purse. And die. Hoo!

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