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West Hollywood hookers

West Hollywood hookers

Where are all the virgins

All the blonde bombshellsĀ 

Along West Hollywood turnsĀ 

Down the Avenue that tellsĀ 

So graceful Mademoiselle

Drinking Martinis and wineĀ 

So beautifully appointed

The Gods distinctly anointedĀ 

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Where all the virgins

In the bars across the road

In the pools of the rich

And Parisian abodeĀ 

So graceful Mademoiselle

In fake tan underwear

And your heart that staresĀ 

And brings upon this dareĀ 

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Where are all the virgins

The ones that you knew

In the pools of the rich

And the glitter of the few

So graceful Mademoiselle

In the way that you walk

For yourĀ soul has turned rotten

In a game that's forgottenĀ 

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