Kylie

She starts to gently croon, join me in my cradle, life goes by too soon, the difference is the dollar, she builds a spending frame, twirling sipping vodka, no note of impending doom, all my friends are sane, nothing to suggests ruin, who will feel her collar, they're now beyond shame, playing lottery rollovers, what passes for the truth, won't resist the rain, she ties to stays aloof, who among us is bothered, she cries the baby's name, laughs away her troubles, isnt it all a game ?