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I am eight years old Mama come in my room bearing pictures from a magazine She has 'em all laid out All the women and men that look a little bit like me I can see her now Hunched in the morning light with scissors and a cup of tea She tell me, "Hunker down, girl Lemme show what it really means to be a beauty queen" She sensed the monsters before I could even see their claws She saw their foaming mouths and put that shit in a headlock From Letras Mania