All That Money
I didn't feel anything
I remember the smell of cum and bleach
I remember their hands touching me
I'm all alone
Face down on the floor
I've never done this before
I'm not ashamed of what I've done
What about you? Where does all your money come from?
What do you actually do?
Burn it down, burn it down
All my life, in the clouds
All those men wanted a piece of me
I was theirs, I was free
I remember the smell of cum and bleach
I remember their hands touching me
I'm all alone
Face down on the floor
I've never done this before
I'm not ashamed of what I've done
What about you? Where does all your money come from?
What do you actually do?
Burn it down, burn it down
All my life, in the clouds
All those men wanted a piece of me
I was theirs, I was free
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Writer(s): Jeffrey What
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