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I am..
More than two faced, I've got at six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty while accentuating cheeks and lips
I use rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix
And you act confused by the way I choose to fuck 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 beat kicks, my feels empty I want a person there
I'll and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevere
been to church in years, right now that's the setting
I couldn't think of a better place to my face and have a wedding
It's how plastic my mask is getting
It's melting and toxic fumes
by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumes
Cartoon of myself get drawn out
After that occurs, time consumed
I'm in the dressing with the caricatures
Until my is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicures
Man, if your not damn sure of or not
to pop the question let you in on the answer..
of sex in a camper...
A phony with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer

Smoke and

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So

I AM..
An illusion specialist tricks who could never diss
The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed
Breakfast at Tiffany's, lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit
I squish my feet until crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fit
I can't just sit I need to MOVE and power walk, Oprah said it
And I won't it, she does 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 playing in a pound of
I'm snow plowed, I KNOW
It's to fuck a guy now
I applied blush and look surprised
but the way I plucked my eyebrows
Time out, I'm in a tanning booth... Danielle Steel
And I'm planting banana beneath every damn man's heel
Waiting for them to for my sad trick 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 nipples because of the breast
To have my chest I pant in dresses but never dress in pants
A hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream
on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't like the smell of nicotine

Smoke and

So

So

I AM..