| What you need is a flattering mirror
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| A strong elixir with no hangover properties
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| Nineteen year old lovers who can stay hard all night
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| A million dollars with no strings attached
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| I say yeah yeah yeah
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| But you don’t know where you can find it
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| I say yeah yeah yeah
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| Life’s little luxuries
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| What you need is a vial full of asses milk
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| Your very own doctor to prescribe you the blues
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| A brilliant career with critical acclaim
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| Orgasms, riches, power and fame
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| A trip to india
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| A trip down the ganges
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| A copy of justine, signed by de sade
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| A bag or two of neil’s purple heads
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| Gold-tipped, silver printed, black calling cards
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| A villa in sydney
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| An igloo in alaska
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| A girl who can come
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| Anytime I ask her
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| Thirteen red peacocks with eyes like the sun
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| Monogrammed bullets for my pearl handled gun
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| A rolls a mercedes
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| A dozen blue poles
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| The flesh of my servants
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| The deed to their souls
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| To meet damien lovelock from the celibate rifles
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| Chocolates and salmon
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| Truffles and trifles
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| Wait there’s more
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| Everything and more
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| There’s gotta be more |