The Beautiful Wrong

A Song To Let out the Depression of Inner Hollywood Sluts and the reasons they do what they do


Broken and Bruised
Bodies Abused
Un-Innocent losers
Beautiful Sluts
Can't get enough
The Pole moves above her
Cause he never loved her
And nobody wonders why

We are the Pole Dancers
Slaves to our Silver masters
All our hearts crumble like Plaster
But we keep dancing on,
We dance all night long

Dance to seduce
No adequate use
Love-makers excuse her
Flip upside down
Spiral around
One more time above her
cause He never loved her
and Nobody wonders why

We are the Pole Dancers
Slaves to our Silver Masters
All our hearts crumble like Plaster
But we keep dancing on,
We dance all night long

Just me and My pole now
All i have left Has been thrown down
Metal doesnt bother me when im up off the floor...
And that's fine, its alright
This job comes with that price
To keep the pain bottled up inside and
No One wants to know
Why he let me go
They say I'm better off alone
And that's fine, it's alright
This Job comes with that price
Knowing she's gone and lost
Knowing the pain that he caused
Knowing he left her alone
And now she's bound to that pole

Singing
"We are the pole dancers
Slaves to our silver masters
All our hearts crumble like Plaster...
We are the Pole Dancers
Slaves to a Silver Master
We dance for the drunken bastards
But we keep dancing on
We dance all night long"

Oooh, Keep dancing on
Oooh! This is the Beautiful Wrong
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Strip on that Pole all night long


*bows* thank you, thank you.

Oh, yea. it is a song, there is a melody, and this time i actually think its a good melody, and i didnt steel it so,.. i guess that's good.
Well Grace, darling,
You told me to attempt to find another way to let out my depression,
i came up with drinking coffee and writing that.
*smiles*