We all face the same way, still it takes all day
I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best
She paints her lip, greasy and thick, another mirror stare
And she's going where?
Another office affair to kill an unborn scare
You talk dirty to a priest, it makes them human at least
But is she running away, to start a brand new day
Or she going home, why's she driving alone?
Is anyone goin' anywhere?
Everyone gotta be somewhere
She got a body in the boot or just bags full of food
Those are model's legs bu
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