Platform Heels and a Heart of Bees

And that's the kind of girl that I fall for
I've seen her die a thousand self inflicted deaths
Watch her drink the bottle down and slip into it's mouth
A thousand suitors trail around but not one has she kept
No no one entertains her and those few who plant a kiss
never stay around to watch the seed grow
Lustful groins of the howling pigs wish to only rip apart her clothing
She lies there on the greasy stage that's too tall for their needy hands climb
Sleeps in waves of remorse and bourbon
Queen of Filth Piss and Shit
Queen of my mind
up in those hollywood lights, her name
She goes by Clementine