Album: Play Cell
I got tired of the same old face, so I quit looking in the mirror, such =
a sight, here's a brand new girl with eyes that are clearer, the older =
model never saw things quite right. Lips tits hips, right down to the =
fingertips, ten shades of beautiful for every disorder, lips tits hips, =
right down to the fingertips, just a hint of my misfortune. My make-over =
commence, candy coated lips can coach me right along, no mess, no fuss, =
prefectly natch, I hope I learn what makes me look at things all wrong. =
I'd say she was a man's girls, translucent with a bit of shine, I'd say =
she's a bad idea, conditions as it deadens your mind.
Submitted by: Mel
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