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By Misti Date: 2003 Sep 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.07.04.36.32558]] |
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why don't you tune in to my brand of music, baby? you know I will scorch your ears meanwhile little miss Oh Mickey You're Sooo Fine You Can Have Your Cake And All of Mine With a Shitload of Icing Because Your Eyes, Like, Do Me In I'll Sin With You All The Way To Kingdom Cum? Cum Again? is playing cheerleader to your poor little wounded white boy on the sidelines for the season pity pageant travesty VH1 style let's see you smile for my camera, big boy I don't feel sorry for you you do it to yourself while everybody else applauds your fraud my gawd who taught you to mope like that you're a spoiled brat thinkin' you're Romeo she never was Juliet just a generic ho and I know you think you're a cut above nobody else gets your brand of love but I've danced that groove to death lost my breath scrambling around that maze and there is never a reward and masochism never pays no not even the highest bidder you see me standing tall unafraid to fall I'm a stoic tree you will never get to the heart of me you'll never take what's given free because you know the best three words you'll ever hear are Here's My Fear implying: Show Me Yours what is there to hide when everything inside is tumbling out what is it about my out of tune lunatic rap that makes you clap your hands over your ears and change the station?!! |