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She walks in like she owns the venue Better than you, your beneath her This young girl's the queen of Ibiza Raves for 24 just like Kiefer So fit, you wanna get underneath her She carries an ether That aint quite right, she looks quite high Letras de canciones But this young girl don't smoke de reefer Nope, she might be a girl Who from a distance just couldn't look sweeter Head to toe, good to go, Virtually every centimetre You'd like to meet her, take her home Fill her up with your testosterone But you wont get a chance to score There's a reason she wears her shades in doors (Why?) If you look closely There's something not right with her jaw She's chewin her face like a carnivore with a piece of meat, And furthermore Remove her glasses from her face This females lost in space Lost her sight, her eyes aint right Eyeballs painted black not white She leans forward, whispers slowly You'll need one of these if you want to know me I look in her hand, spot a tablet Should I just grab it or leave alone I look at her friend even she's a clone Of Ibiza's female Al Capone Must live off a heart of stone She's far too fit, I take the bait Swallow whole the forbidden fruit My heart starts racing, pacing, The taste is awful absolute World turns black and I see the truth Whatever I took weren't ecstasy I look at the dude stood next to me He sweats too his eyes are pitch black Now I want to switch back I'm disenchanted Never take gorgeous girls for granted One of her pills wíll leave you tarnished Colour those eyes with a murky varnish She's built an army Taking trips beyond the darkness Gorgeous but ruthless her Father must be Lucifer From Letras Mania