I live in a place that's close to paradise.
We get all the beauty, but we still have the vice.
Many who visit, feel the need to remain.
They love the sleaze but for the beauty they'll not abstain.
So here where the grass is greener,
But compared to your city, the streets are meaner.
This beautiful place has been filled with smut.
And now it's been consumed, it's stuck in this rut.
But for my hearts sake, I really can't leave.
I grew up here, amongst the sleaze.
So I'll have to stay, for it's here I belong.
I'll just have to come to terms with this filthy throng.
Β©Odd
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