paris hilton

Paris, baby, take a bite
it probably would save your life
you dream of dehydration; you dream in dehydration

Paris, baby, don't stop now
you've got to make it through somehow
I'll meet you on the outside; I'll meet you on the other side

Paris, baby, please sleep tight
we hear you have been up all night
your mother she will miss you; your mama she will miss you

why do you want to suffer?
why do you love to suffer?
why do we love to watch you suffer?

Paris, baby, read that book
I hear it's done some good for looks
its verses they will save you; its wisdom it will save you

Paris, baby, dry your tears
we would have locked you up for years
but all you had was whiskey; all that you had were pills & whiskey

I love your hair.