Gentleman's Dream
Posting yourself for sale
Ripped open fan mail
Lifting your self esteem
Making your living off a mans dream
Living your fairy tale
Body that can't fail
Creating such a dream
Finest on a screen
Oh woah
Strutting down the street
In a coat made of mink to be seen
Gentlemen in only name
With all that money who could blame
Hold on em' now
Don't stop now cuz you can't go down
Stockings and your high heels
Teasing what you're gonna reveal (for a price)
Squeeze em' like a lemon
While you try to keep your body thin
Twisting on a rail
Bail you out of jail
Money used to see
Satisfy their needs
Oh woah
Twist em like a little screw
You know that their only fans of you
Front row tickets price
Find out and never pay twice
Poor soul
You thought they were the one under-thumb
You're on the run
She was my go-to there for a little while
She poked her tongue through then with a little smile
Poor luck has it ways
Wish you were in better days
Hard truth coming through
Time has come all over you
Oh no
Can't fool yourself bitch
You got too old
Stomped out like a cigarette
It's got you all your gonna get
No one in the queue
Old hat, they found someone new
Ripped open fan mail
Lifting your self esteem
Making your living off a mans dream
Living your fairy tale
Body that can't fail
Creating such a dream
Finest on a screen
Oh woah
Strutting down the street
In a coat made of mink to be seen
Gentlemen in only name
With all that money who could blame
Hold on em' now
Don't stop now cuz you can't go down
Stockings and your high heels
Teasing what you're gonna reveal (for a price)
Squeeze em' like a lemon
While you try to keep your body thin
Twisting on a rail
Bail you out of jail
Money used to see
Satisfy their needs
Oh woah
Twist em like a little screw
You know that their only fans of you
Front row tickets price
Find out and never pay twice
Poor soul
You thought they were the one under-thumb
You're on the run
She was my go-to there for a little while
She poked her tongue through then with a little smile
Poor luck has it ways
Wish you were in better days
Hard truth coming through
Time has come all over you
Oh no
Can't fool yourself bitch
You got too old
Stomped out like a cigarette
It's got you all your gonna get
No one in the queue
Old hat, they found someone new
Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Philpot
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