You don’t remind in mean nothing to you<br /> I’d like to be like, to have the chance to<br /> Feel I like I don’t want it like it means<br /> But I was born to fat, can’t get out of that<br /> So now I compensate you feel<br /> I swan around designer shit<br /> But babe I am easy to get laid<br /> By the suculent and the luscious so I’d like to think<br /> But they just drain my face, oh I don’t feel a thing<br /> The decadence of your starvation (x2)<br /> I’d like to be like that (x2)<br /> The concequence of your elation <br /> There are times when I feel that my life<br /> Is just one big excuse for you to<br /> Feel complete all those trapidate<br /> I sit all for, is it all for you<br /> Is the intermitant conses all about you babe<br /> Sick baby<br /> My lyrics are so fertile when they don’t exert some sentiment<br /> Don’t believe, you can’t even read<br /> So you said that I’d pretend for all<br /> Everything you are, you’ve been here before<br /> Now, ’cause my turns bigger free<br /> The decadence of your starvation (x2)<br /> I’d like to be like, like to be like that<br /> The concequence of your elation
Compositores: Deborah Ann Dyer (Skin), Leonard Anthony Arran (Leonard Arran) ECAD: Obra #16857841