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Rare as a roast
The skin in her clothes
But she shivers like a beggar when she cries
Your eyes in a sheet and bricks on your feet
And you're drowning underwater like your future
I am not your savior
I can't help you
Quick, pose for the vanity
Clack, clack, with your high heels
Quit messin' with the boys head
Learn to love yourself, or drop dead
You take what you don't need
You keep fuckin', but you don't breed
Better off, if you ask me
Learn to hate yourself, and love me
Your smell makes me sick
It's salty and thick
