The Casting Couch Confessional (Jax Mix)

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[Stanza 1]
They thought I was fresh from the Midwest, you know,
With wide, hopeful eyes and a sweet little glow.
I traded my gingham for gowns made of lace,
Found true liberation in this decadent place.
The spotlights went late, the lights burned so bright,
And innocence vanished far into the night.
[Chorus]
Oh, honey, I found my own sweet paradise,
Where pleasure's the price and you don't look twice.
The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!!
It shattered the prisms of dull realism.
I'm telling you now, I regret absolutely nothing,
The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!!
[Stanza 2]
The director whispered, "Just be my own muse,"
I learned how to conquer the stage-fright and blues.
I loved the indulgence, the freedom to choose,
Trading virtue for diamonds and fast, foreign cars.
The money was marvelous, the attention was grand,
I always made sure that I held the strong hand.
[Chorus]
Oh, honey, I found my own sweet paradise,
Where pleasure's the price and you don't look twice.
The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!!
It shattered the prisms of dull realism.
I'm telling you now, I regret absolutely nothing,
The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!!
[Bridge]
The critics called me wicked, they called me a fright,
Said I sold my pure soul to the devilish light.
I danced on the tables and drank what I pleased,
Lived ten thousand lives, and my heart felt appeased.
I paid for my choices with marvelous grace,
And I'll smile all the way to my decadent place.
[Chorus]
Oh, honey, I found my own sweet paradise,
Where pleasure's the price and you don't look twice.
The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!!
It shattered the prisms of dull realism.
I'm telling you now, I regret absolutely nothing,
The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!!
[Outro]
[Vocal Instruction: Whispering, intimate]
They asked if I fell, but I told them I rose.
I ascended the ranks on the tips of my toes.
Give me the shadows. Give me the heat.
It’s the sweetest damn life you ever will meet.
[Sound Effect: Champagne cork popping]
[Dramatic Laugh]
[End]

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[Stanza 1] They thought I was fresh from the Midwest, you know, With wide, hopeful eyes and a sweet little glow. I traded my gingham for gowns made of lace, Found true liberation in this decadent place. The spotlights went late, the lights burned so bright, And innocence vanished far into the night. [Chorus] Oh, honey, I found my own sweet paradise, Where pleasure's the price and you don't look twice. The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!! It shattered the prisms of dull realism. I'm telling you now, I regret absolutely nothing, The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!! [Stanza 2] The director whispered, "Just be my own muse," I learned how to conquer the stage-fright and blues. I loved the indulgence, the freedom to choose, Trading virtue for diamonds and fast, foreign cars. The money was marvelous, the attention was grand, I always made sure that I held the strong hand. [Chorus] Oh, honey, I found my own sweet paradise, Where pleasure's the price and you don't look twice. The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!! It shattered the prisms of dull realism. I'm telling you now, I regret absolutely nothing, The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!! [Bridge] The critics called me wicked, they called me a fright, Said I sold my pure soul to the devilish light. I danced on the tables and drank what I pleased, Lived ten thousand lives, and my heart felt appeased. I paid for my choices with marvelous grace, And I'll smile all the way to my decadent place. [Chorus] Oh, honey, I found my own sweet paradise, Where pleasure's the price and you don't look twice. The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!! It shattered the prisms of dull realism. I'm telling you now, I regret absolutely nothing, The fame. The Vice. The THES-PEE-AN-ISM!!! [Outro] [Vocal Instruction: Whispering, intimate] They asked if I fell, but I told them I rose. I ascended the ranks on the tips of my toes. Give me the shadows. Give me the heat. It’s the sweetest damn life you ever will meet. [Sound Effect: Champagne cork popping] [Dramatic Laugh] [End]

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