chick quest - fashion fascist lyrics
tight pants, cigarette hands, fashion faux show, contrapposto
i’ve got a million dollar magazine mind from milano
i’ve got a million dollar magazine mind from milano
i want wanton walking under a face like a bulldozer that won’t stop talking
i want to tell you something important but i really know nothing
i want to tell you something interesting but i think you’re boring
that b-tch she stole my look
i worked to bring it back
i followed what i saw
but i don’t look like the ad
beauty is a deity i never can seem to please
gimme your sex!
gimme your sex!
no sign of sex despite the slutty dress, why not?
i put the makeup on but my new identity is still shirking
i’m going through the motions but the magic is not working
wear those clothes, break your back, give me looks
bite your tongue, buy new face, all better now
bin ich frau? bin ich tier? bin ich biest?
diese heels steckten mich in eine box, aber ich glaube, d-ss ich es so mag
i’m having such a moment need to photograph myself on the sidewalk
i’m serious and i’m candid because it’s life and i think my life’s a catwalk
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