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I stand at the door looking at the pretty debutantes and potential business partners in their nice little dresses and tuxes. It's a shame all her work goes to waste tonight.
I run through the plan a few more times in my head as I welcome more guests in through the door. They give me their overcoats, canes, top hats to hold while they have a highball. Funny that they think I'm a doorman here. I guess I'm under-dressed, even if I am in black slacks with off-white pinstripes.
Everything is going exactly the way I want it. Here I go.
"Why are you all so uptight? Let's party!" I yell and jump on the table. In you strut, in a cocktail dress. The muzak stops and everyone stares up at the doorman on the table.
Whispers behind white gloves and blood red lipstick, "When did he get all confident?"
"What the hey," another man says, and jumps up with me. Another tablecloth goes down, a few plates get knocked down. I'm spreading like cancer and you can't stand it.
There goes that promotion. There you go off to the can. Put on more makeup, hide your tears. I don't care anymore, but you know I'm going to win this battle.
Try to keep up with us, because it's the new fashion to be crazy like me. Try to even get your name on their list, because you're never gonna get up the social ladder when the rungs are broken. They're spilling their secrets to me like you used to do.
"I never wanted to hire her in the first place."
"Honestly, she looks like shit." I laugh along with these people that are just dying to cut loose. The secret to success is to give people what they want.
When you open your compact, talk at your reflection.
"I'm a diva," you say with tears in your throat. Snap the compact shut like you did on us. It's too bad that I got a hold of this invitation.
I've never looked better than I have tonight. You want me, even if I'm ruining your career. What a banquet! It's about you and no one even cares. I'm the life of the party and I always will be the life of everything you throw.
Now that everything's destroyed, I think it's funny that you're trying to fix it. At least you'll be distracted when I lace the cigarettes with nitroglycerin and spike the punch.

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I stand at the door looking at the pretty debutantes and potential business partners in their nice little dresses and tuxes. It's a shame all her work goes to waste tonight.
I run through the plan a few more times in my head as I welcome more guests in through the door. They give me their overcoats, canes, top hats to hold while they have a highball. Funny that they think I'm a doorman here. I guess I'm under-dressed, even if I am in black slacks with off-white pinstripes.
Everything is going exactly the way I want it. Here I go.
"Why are you all so uptight? Let's party!" I yell and jump on the table. In you strut, in a cocktail dress. The muzak stops and everyone stares up at the doorman on the table.
Whispers behind white gloves and blood red lipstick, "When did he get all confident?"
"What the hey," another man says, and jumps up with me. Another tablecloth goes down, a few plates get knocked down. I'm spreading like cancer and you can't stand it.
There goes that promotion. There you go off to the can. Put on more makeup, hide your tears. I don't care anymore, but you know I'm going to win this battle.
Try to keep up with us, because it's the new fashion to be crazy like me. Try to even get your name on their list, because you're never gonna get up the social ladder when the rungs are broken. They're spilling their secrets to me like you used to do.
"I never wanted to hire her in the first place."
"Honestly, she looks like shit." I laugh along with these people that are just dying to cut loose. The secret to success is to give people what they want.
When you open your compact, talk at your reflection.
"I'm a diva," you say with tears in your throat. Snap the compact shut like you did on us. It's too bad that I got a hold of this invitation.
I've never looked better than I have tonight. You want me, even if I'm ruining your career. What a banquet! It's about you and no one even cares. I'm the life of the party and I always will be the life of everything you throw.
Now that everything's destroyed, I think it's funny that you're trying to fix it. At least you'll be distracted when I lace the cigarettes with nitroglycerin and spike the punch.