What's The Earliest Mill Burray's Ever Gotten Drunk?

She's not evil
She's a corporate mass surrounded
Doing what she is demanded
On the moon

Lovely flowers
Spinning circles in her iris
Whispers something that's just too good
To be true

Tell me more
Then you're gone

Porcelain Goddess
Run your fingers through my long hair
Dull my senses til I don't care
What is true

She's not evil
Just a little bit misguided
Give her time she'll be excited
That it's through

Life's a chore
Then you're gone