It seems I want everything and anything my wide brown eyes can see.
I want the glitz and the glitter
The sequence and diamond
Wrapped around my fingers.
I want to be draped in all the world's riches.
Here I am, down in the pits
Sitting on dirty zebra slips
Bare white walls covered in weed's smutt.
I know the dangers that lay ahead
Haunting me to turn and run
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