Wings on Her Monkey

She looks just like an angel
But her wings got stuck
On her monkey

Her skin's a piece of marble
But the vein's from a
Fucked up junkie

Her father's captain marvel
And her life's the
Whitest tragedy

No one in any bible
Plays you god for free ...

She hangs around from club to club
Then from club to cab
Then to cobbles

Spend loads of money give loads of love
Then to fit in with her needs
Make it double

She fakes just like a woman
But she breaks just like
A little girl

No one nor any superman
Plays you god for fun ...

This no big deal don't be freaking out
You can shout if you will
For you won't be loud
... on her cloud

She looks just like an angel
But her wings got stuck
On her monkey

Her skin's a piece of marble
But the vein's from a
Fucked up junkie

Her father's captain marvel
And her life's the
Whitest tragedy

No one in any bible
Plays you god for free ...

This no big deal don't be freaking out
You can shout if you will
For you won't be loud
... on her cloud



Credits
Writer(s): Sylvain Michel Grout
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