That chick has no name
Except the one that you order
Good time makes all its sens when you are two
She’s the ultimate religion : fame
Take it all without shame
Don’t fear, be bad and sully her
You know she never give it back to you
Heeeeey... Neverending submission...
The faces are fuzzy now
Pull out the disguise,
Cuz I don’t know how
...mascara...
Come on and get her naked
There’s no equal beauty known
Look how she rides the dirty beast you are
She makes you her everlasting toy
Now that you’re fully depraved
Now that you’re ready to disown
She makes you forget even your name beware
The venom is in your vein boy
The faces are fuzzy now
Pull out the disguise,
Cuz I don’t know how
...mascara...
You’ve won the struggle, that’s for sure
(and you loose the right to cry)
Well leave me down on the floor
(no I won’t, even if you die)
Even if you Die
The faces are fuzzy now
Pull out the disguise,
Cuz I don’t know how
Mascara
Mascara
Mascara
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