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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 and lips
I use rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix
And you just act confused by the way I choose to with a double helix
Cuddle me quick, get befuddled and sea sick
My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a to see shit
The kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person there
I'll and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevere
Haven't been to in years, right now that's the setting
I couldn't think of a place to cover my face and have a wedding
upsetting how plastic my mask is getting
It's melting and toxic fumes
Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my of costumes
Cartoon versions of get drawn out
After occurs, time gets consumed
I'm in the room with the caricatures
Until my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and
Man, if not damn sure of whether or not
to pop the I'll let you in on the answer..
of sex in a camper...
A life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer

and Mirrors

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

Smoke and

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I AM..