United States
34° 5' 48.0336" N, 117° 43' 11.2044" W

Pretty little liar,
in your pretty little attire,
looking stressed and hot wired,
we see through all your games.

You’ve got a needle and balloon,
with a little flame under a spoon,
turning from sane to a loon
with a quick shot to your vein.

And I’ve seen this all before,
for we’ve played this game galore,
and we always ask for more;
it’s much more than just a thing.

See we learned all these new tricks,
found our favorite colored Bic
and we’re in too deep to quit.
You’re my man and I’m your dame.

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