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I am..
More two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and
I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the
And you just act confused by the way I to fuck with a double helix
Cuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea
My mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit
The beat kicks, my belly feels I want a person there
I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until I
Haven't been to church in years, now that's the setting
I couldn't think of a better place to cover my and have a wedding
It's upsetting how my mask is getting
melting and releasing toxic fumes
Covered by lots of perfume, never out of my closet of costumes
Cartoon of myself get drawn out
that occurs, time gets consumed
I'm in the dressing room the caricatures
Until my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and
Man, if your not damn of whether or not
to pop the I'll let you in on the answer..
of sex in a camper...
A phony with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer

and Mirrors

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I AM..
An illusion specialist tricks who could never diss
The one the up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with
Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, sure the dinner table is candle lit
I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to these sandals fit
I can't just sit I need to and power walk, because Oprah said it
And I won't forget it, she it during the opening credits
I'm so
I like the smell of coke, get it? I powder my
Power to hoes who pound on a hose while in a pound of snow
I'm snow plowed, I KNOW
It's time to a guy now
I just applied blush and look
but the way I plucked my eyebrows
Time out, I'm in a booth... reading Danielle Steel
And I'm planting banana beneath every damn man's heel
Waiting for to fall for my sad trick I stop, drop and kneel
a little touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feel
I'm not real, but got FEELINGS...
except in my nipples of the breast implants
To have my chest enhanced I in dresses but never dress in pants
A hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream
Sipping on Listerine, Mr. don't like the smell of nicotine

Smoke and

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I AM..