PAS/CAL The Truth Behind All The Vogues She Sold lyrics

She's got deep dark circles 'round her eyes.
And her nosy bones peek right through her clothes.
Oh, but look at all those clothes she shows.
To think she's only fifteen years old.
Staying up late with the perverted old.
It's the truth behind all the Vogues she sold.

You can mess up her hair, show her small breasts.
In a sheer fitted dress.
For the so soon dated abbreviated ads.
And for fairly forgotten Valentino fags.
"Oh pout, you long-legged tart,
And baby let's go out!"

Wisps of waifs("your hair looks great, your face is ace").
And fluffy stuff.
Well, they get hard... with lust.

When they get what they want.

"Put this on, take that off, and keep it off," they say.
"I wanna take a good look at you now.
Now trun around and around."
They'll turn you around and around...

And they always get what they want.
And when they're done you're done.
They always get what they want.
And when they're done you're gone.

They steal youth...