With your red red lips, or your white white face
And your twisted mind ******
With your father's money and you mother's taste
And your sister's wardrobe all cinched in at the waist
What does it matter to me?
Now that you vanished across the scene
With your dancing mind
and your sparkling whip
and you literary connection
that you care for not one fit
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(please help to finish this lyric)
And your twisted mind ******
With your father's money and you mother's taste
And your sister's wardrobe all cinched in at the waist
What does it matter to me?
Now that you vanished across the scene
With your dancing mind
and your sparkling whip
and you literary connection
that you care for not one fit
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(please help to finish this lyric)