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These Days ,
This Ain't A Love Song,
Live from London,
Greatest Hits ,
Saints Of Los Angeles ,
Saints of Los Angeles,
I met her down at Marylin's grave
Lookin' like an S & M slave
Drinkin' like a fool
With a prison tattoo on her cheek
Well I knew that we would never last
Cause we were runnin' from our criminal past
But none of that mattered
I was high and she was flattered by me
I had wine and 2-gram lines
To get inside her head
There was no need for roses
I just laid her down in bed
[Chorus:]
This ain't a love song
This is a fuck song
Don't have to sing along
This ain't a love song
It's just a fuck song
She didn't wanna look in my eyes
As we barreled down Beverly Drive
Lookin for a place to suck a little face and get high
Suzy didn't call it love
She was good just givin' it up
All she really wanted was a little rock and roll tonight
She said turn it up so fucking loud
That I can't hear my mind
She bit down on the bedpost
And I watched Suzy grind
[Chorus]
[Solo]
I had wine and 2-gram lines
To get inside her head
There was no need for roses
I just laid her down in bed
[Chorus]
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