Iâve been pro-vanity since I was ten.
I picture altars in past the shutters-den
Baby bottle didnât choke
there were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip smacker and I got off
Marry money have a child, keep it pretty ugly as you eat sushi and drink cocktails.
And Iâm sick of your smile
And Iâm sick of your cake
And Iâm sick of your meaningless blather
And Iâm sick of your hair
And I wish it werenât there
Maybe some night iâll visit you sweetly
There is no place I would rather be killed
Than in my own backyard
On my own propane grill
And lolly didn't stop the little melancholy absence and I felt high so I ripped it off
Money prices an unborn child it would be hated(?)
But you should be wary of those thirty fall drops
And I'm sick when I breathe
And I wish you would leave
At the very least have an abortion
I donât need a damn life
And I donât think itâs right
For a woman to breed for attention
Iâve been pro-vanity since I could know
No one will ever care to see what I donât show
And momma didnât lock and load it
Secretly we see
Could see a letter and withstood the shock
Oh my daddy felt I knew and consequently
Took control and took over the hope that was you
And Iâm sick of myself
And I wish you could help
If you want to you can pull out the ladder
Oh, and it sounds so indulgent
Amazing iâve managed
To keep you engaged for just four fucking minutes
And maybe youâd be provanity