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Lyrics
Nina, Trashy New Wave Ballerina
She paid $200
for her rainbow-colored hair
bloodshot cat eyes, and
the miniskirt with a silkscreen
of N.Y.C. across the ass.
Her face is a mixture
of spider web emotions.
Every day just another
sticky acid-drenched cabaret.
Her mind opens
to reruns of Laugh-In,
The Carol Burnett Show,
and occasionally portions of
The King of Comedy.
She's the Queen of Commodity,
and you'd better believe it,
she's a star.
I mean, could you
do what she's doing?
Prancing around up there
like a five year old trying
out her mother's transparent
plastic stiletto heels for
the first time.
She's not just a whore
like her mom was.
Nope, she's using
her hips, her thighs
her black feathered boa,
her throaty German accent,
and every ounce of nicotine and PCP
left over from last night.
It's Nina's Amusement
Park Pirate Ship Ride.
Squalor, Obsession, Shock,
Passion, and Sin
are the names of
your mutually illegitimate
children, all conceived
while walking the plank.
In the privacy
of her own little bedroom,
Nina's only purpose is
to entertain you,
and, by god, she will.
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