Wearing a Golden Mask, she pulls out her ex-husbands flask.
One more drink, i think.
Steal a cigarette from some one else's pocket.
I dont usually let my self get like this but its my birthday so i wish just to forget about it all today.
She wants to dance, not let anyone know her name.
She wants to find a man but keep him tame.
She's not her self.
She wants to be some one else.
Just for tonight, no phone calls.
LIvin life at the Golden Mask ball.
She tripped on her heel and she could feel a hand on her wrist.
Looking down her she was broke so she threw them both off and they almost kissed but she let him miss.
Eyes on the dance floor walking towards the back door.
The lights go out, so does she.
Fire alrams tripped, Ciinderella lost her slipper.
Running down the street in her bare feet.
Wearing nothing but a Golden Mask she throws her ex-husbands flask.
One more drink and i think i will sink into my own prison.
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