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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 too lets toast to the beautiful people the ones that made you afraid to be you the ones that trained you to hate your shell Letras de cancionesthe 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 so From Letras Mania