I love you, babe, I love you But I've tasted a particular flavour That makes me wanna pull away from ya And on the train that takes me to you They're running all kinds of campaigns, yeah That I fear are gonna change your behaviour Oh, when you get made up, you look like A Grecian goddess of Bakelite I wanna touch you and get real close But with all those layers, you're impervious And I feel for you, I really do When we get out of bed in the morning Eating breakfast, you're still only at step 3 Of an 11-step super-beauty ritual Well, you don't need that to look beautiful! Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh, ooh ooh You say that I don't understand The expectations, the demands But you still wanna know what I think It cost you fifty dollars but It smells like shit And I hope you don't take this the wrong way 'Cause I love you but I Don't like your lip balm And I know that you don't wear it for me Love that it's only for when They take your picture I love you but I don't like your lip balm I know that you don't wear it for me, love That it's only for when They take your pictureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
