my eyes undress her fashion sense, years of progress
but baby still looks better in skin
this evenings proof she pulls off puppet strings
she's dust of a former death wish she wished came true
painting a boys face blue in the corner of the room
i knew.
i walked through walls i set myself, the first step broke them all down.
but baby still looks better in skin
this evenings proof she pulls off puppet strings
she's dust of a former death wish she wished came true
painting a boys face blue in the corner of the room
i knew.
i walked through walls i set myself, the first step broke them all down.
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