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They had painted her face like a mistake
Like a state, gang-banging
A sad return to the eagle-shaped
I'm the of mannequin that cheats and
Opens its to the ladies of the spread

She took me and spit in my drink
She of Germaine Greer and Friedan
I didn't what to think
I her standing in the kitchen, ass against the sink
She me in a stoll, what kind?
I think Malaysian

Than threw me out the snow, I waited for the bus
Up some values voters screaming, are you one of us?
I said of man, can't you see
I've got some text What does that mean?
No clue, it be an illicit pentagram
What are you talking about? No

I check my shutter speed, my aperture, my
focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to know
This life is not a prison, we are free to go anytime
Chinese stars, Chinese stars, Chinese
My 'cuz had the rawest stars

I'm trying to
You met me at such a point on the arc
I think I understand you were saying
About the smiles of the

The spastic was the last one, our luck was white
I read it with my head open, slightly cracked
Somebody else have to close it when I'm done
Make the most out of the

walking through the woods
I noticed someone had a house
For nobody in
They want to us, I know
It's time to penetrate their