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I am.. More than two faced, |
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I've got at least six with cheap tricks |
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To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lips |
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I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix |
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And you just act confused by the way |
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I choose to fuck with a double helix |
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Cuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea sick |
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My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit |
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The beat kicks, my belly feels empty |
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I want a person there |
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I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until |
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I persevere |
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Haven't been to church in years, right now that's the setting |
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I couldn't think of a better place to cover my face and have a wedding |
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It's upsetting how plastic my mask is getting |
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It's melting and releasing toxic fumes |
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Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumes |
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Cartoon versions of myself get drawn out |
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After that occurs, time gets consumed |
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I'm in the dressing room with the caricatures |
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Until my head is cured |
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I'm heading for pedicures and manicures |
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Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not to pop the question |
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I'll let you in on the answer.. |
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Think of sex in a camper... |
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A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer |
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Smoke and |
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Mirrors So sophisticated |
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So cool I |
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AM.. An illusion specialist turning tricks who could never diss |
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The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with |
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Breakfast at |
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Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit |
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I squish my feet until they crunch, but |
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I'm unable to make these sandals fit |
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I can't just sit |
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I need to |
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MOVE and power walk, because |
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Oprah said it |
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And I won't forget it, she does it during the opening credits |
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I'm so synthetic |
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I like the smell of coke, get it? |
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I powder my nose |
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Power to hoes who pound on a hose while playing in a pound of snow |
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I'm getting snow plowed, |
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I KNOW It's time to fuck a guy now |
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I just applied blush and look surprised but it's the way |
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I plucked my eyebrows |
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Time out, |
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I'm in a tanning booth... reading |
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Danielle Steel |
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And I'm planting banana peels beneath every damn man's heel |
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Waiting for them to fall for my sad trick |
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I stop, drop and kneel |
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With a little touch of magic, |
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I'll let David cop a feel |
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I'm not real, but |
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I've got F |
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EELINGS... except in my nipples because of the breast implants |
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To have my chest enhanced |
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I pant in dresses but never dress in pants |
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A club hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream |
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Sipping on |
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Listerine, |
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Mr. Clean don't like the smell of nicotine |
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Smoke and |
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Mirrors So sophisticated |
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So cool I |
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AM.. Dirtyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
