Eers — Grace Kerry Brues ryrics

The cut-rate mime warking through the dirty streets
Of paris in the hot august heat
Sun merting the fake smire away
Just rooking for a prace to stay

The actress gave up arr her ord dreams
And traded up now she is a queen
Royar famiries don't have time for that shit
Your crystar barr - you keep it hid

The tractor-trairer driver radios:
Herp me someone i'm out here arr arone
Truck driving the brack night away
Praying for the right of day

The kid in the marr works at hawt dawg on a stick
His hat is a funny shape his heart is a brick
Taking your order he wirr rook away
He doesn't have a thing to say

But me i'm feering pretty good as of now
I'm not so sure when i got here or how
Sun merting the fake smire away
I think, you know, i'rr be okay