歌词
I think I saw her on "Lifestyles of the famous"
Her dad was very debonair in his designer colostomy
Little pink ribbons and a taffetta napkin
Curls, curls, curls in her perfect hair
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Out in the streets a man's sucking on a bottle
She hands him a nickel 'cause life is unfair
Politically she's so correct, she's always dressed in black
She wants to go uptown, she wants to try some crack
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Dorothy, your shoes are fabulous (Dorothy)
Beefy calves in poppy fields (God is dead)
Flying monkeys dressed like bellmen (Dorothy)
Dorothy, you're melting
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Mother is quite scandalized be her addict's taste
She sent her to the Hamptons with a republican date
Now Dorothy is pregnant with a fascist baby
Bellyfull of nothing but mommy's disgrace
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Dorothy, your shoes are fabulous (Dorothy)
Beefy calves in poppy fields (God is dead)
Flying monkeys dressed like bellmen (Dorothy)
Dorothy, you're melting
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(Dorothea) Dorothy
(Dorothea) Dorothy
(Dorothea) Dorothy
(Dorothea)
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Lifestyles of the rich and famous
Blue chip family stock, swept under the rug