Emyli - Intellectual

The clack of heels attacking

Gravel in an alleyway

The smell of something sulfurous

Is gushing from her lips

Emyli everybody wants to be you

They don't know the shit that you've been through

Emyli everybody wants to be you

They don't know the shit that you've been through

The punctures in her arms and legs

Between the bruises

Which she covers up

With pairs of fishnets

Cut-off jeans and kisses

Emyli everybody wants to be you

They don't know the shit that you've been through

They just like the way you look

The way you dress

The way you walk

They couldn't care less about the way you took a beating

The way you took a beating

A beating

Emyli

Ah ah ah ah ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah