I'll just paint my eyes real black
I'm serious as a heart attack
And paint my nails real red
and fix my hair like I have bed head
and then it will all be grand
your piano playing an upbeat hand
and all your cards will favor mine
and I'll have a real valentine
cause no one loves natural anymore
all they all want is a trashcan whore
with robotic limbs and porcelain thighs
who inside and out spits lies and more lies
god forbid we all have faults
and if you're not pretty
you better get out
yes if you're not pretty
skip the inside it's out
yes you better be pretty
or your life will be drought
so fucking be pretty
they scream and they shout.
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