Where cupcakes smells like cocaine

I wanted to go to the sun, to soak up me the heath and get fucking tanned.
I wanted to disappear into Lala-land and watch Frank go down like a battleship.

I wanted love

I didn't end up in the sun. I ended up far away.

Let me tell you a story about Dubai.
It's where drugs are free and love is dead, and sex is money.

Let me tell you about my last year.