They will show me what I want to see we will watch without grief we stay one step ahead of relief you tell me we've been praying for a bright and clever
Traduction: Magazine. Parade.
think you know what life is Find destiny through magazines Liplicking, unzipping Harpers and Queens From here to eternity, Without in-betweens, Don't ask me, I already know With your heart on parade
vice Pain!!! And that goes for all you punks in the press That want to start shit by printin' lies Instead of the things we said That means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine
that goes for all you punks in the press That want to start shit by printin' lies instead of the things we said That means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine
Aw yeah! Cause some can talk the talk This girl just wants to rock I'm individual I'm not like anyone I can be glamorous Just like you see in all the magazines
Ever feel clean ? Slow down the machine I really need so bad to unwind I really need to rest my mind Velvet stocade Spiked lemonade Fifty magazine reporters
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Aw, yea 'Cuz some can talk the talk But this girl just wants to rock I'm individual I'm not like anyone I can be glamorous Just like you see in all the magazines
Cheaaa Ay you kno I'm lookin 4 a 5 star bitch talkin bout (Bur) I'm talkin AboUt A Bitch lookin like she jus stepped out a magazine I'm talkin niggaz
boys They can't keep us down with Dominic and Brown And those of other shades, they join our parade But wait this frame to add, like Bray and Kevin Fed And magazine
like to talk the talk This girl just wants to rock I'm individual I'm not like anyone I can be glamorous Just like you see in all the magazines
from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs Magdalene
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