With her friends on a road less travelled On a journey of do's and dares Looking back on a fear of leaving And forgetting how it felt to be scared There are those paying fancy prices To pretend they have fancy lives But at every charity banquet The majority stay outside We play to a packed gallery We smile for the CCTV We're making our own history When fine society sits down to dine Remember that someone is pissing in the wine Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine Remember that someone is pissing in the wine She'd love to be dancing the tango And she traces the steps in her mind You can tell by the snap of her fingers That she moves to a different time Where all the quiet submission Is smeared in lipstick red And every act is a crime of passion "That's not all she wrote," she said "That's not all she wrote," she said "That's not all she wrote," she said "That's not all she wrote," she said We play to a packed gallery We smile for the CCTV We're making our own history When fine society sits down to dine Remember that someone is pissing in the wine Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine Remember that someone is pissing in the wine When fine society sits down to dine Remember that someone is pissing in the wine Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine Remember that someone is pissing in the wine When fine society sits down to dine Remember that someone is pissing in the wine Pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine Remember that someone is pissing in the wine
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