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Vanity sick

So vanity sick
your so vanity sick
so vanity sick
your so

so shes a stone cold player
whatever old school cliche you want to label the flavor
and when they see her at the festivities
best believe yes indeed she gets
the lead
no suprise it threw you off
from the hair-do down to the boots and socks
and its okay that she blew you off
because a pony like thats got too much hop
soft smile but sips a stiff one
way ahead of the competition
no opposition are you kiddin'?
stop the wishin'
these other flops ain't got a pot to piss in
not tonight this is all you
all these neandertals wanna ball you
half 'em would die just to call you
cause they're confined behind the wall toolets toast to the beautiful people
the ones that made you afraid to be you
the ones that trained you to hate your shell
the ones that sold you your favorite cell
i don't judge what shes made of
i never met the woman underneath that make up
too insecure to let you in that door
what you see is what you get gotta protect the core
so difficult not to invest
just my type over ripe and intense
so concerned with covering the flaws
im suprised that she doesn't expect applause
and each drink tastes so bittersweet
when that juke box just seems to hit repeat
its best to keep the interest discrete
with a handshake
maybe a kiss on the cheek
rethink she could get a little thicker
if she keeps shrinking to get a little figure
that smile is a warning sticker
im unavailable to play with your vanity sister

so vanity sick
your so vanity sick
so vanity sick
your so

so so

so vanity sick

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