The need to dream makes it easy To provide a package to fulfill life Your prefabricated beauty Your tan, blank skin, your slim white torsos Your plastic
Traduction: Refus. Beauté.
prefabricated beauty Tan, blank skin Your slim white torsos Plastic smiles Just the perfect fantasy Cling on to illusions of industry dream Your body, your beauty
o's in smooth to describe the art a frisco vet, please don't give me an acapela i'll explode like a seagull that swallowed and alka-seltzer and touch anything beauty
to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall I used to treat you like a groupie broad When we fucked I refused to even take
me get over you Now we must let go urgency overwhelms me as I must restrain my flood of tears I refuse to be slave to your false beauty again I'll
your body Poison of seweetness can't hold your real tight shaggy: sexiulaty tight besult me Got me stone by a national beauty Give all so she can refuse
really in a fix Bahama Mama Bahama, Bahama Mama Being stuck with all them six Bahama Mama What's the matter with men today Six beautiful roses And nobody
my promise is counterfeit That I'm careless and childish And that's all I can hope to be And would you concede That I think only of myself I refuse
me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall I used to treat you as a groupie broad When we fucked I refused to even
Got Some Beats Still Regina Hall And Garcelle And Alice Neal Young Girls These Here Women With Big Dreams Role Models That You Can Watch On The Big Screen If You Refuse
rain came, she refused to wear her coat But deep in her heart she knew, that the song must go on He says well I have forgotten you And your beautiful
you be shootin' too Fuck Bonnie and Clyde mama, we much deeper Ya Boy love dough and you the toppings on my pizza The heater to my ether, my beautiful
be my girl I want you to be my girl, Baby you got the love I needed, ?girl to be with you, be my girl, I want you to be my girl. Baby choose it, but still refuse
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse
