| Oh beautiful lady, Maybelline baby
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| Hearing from her mirror
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| That her dukes are not daisies
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| Her shape and size, they don’t need advice
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| She paints up that face, to make sure those blemishes hide
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| Coffee and cigarettes
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| Calorie noose around the neck
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| Dolling up for disrespect, disrespect, disrespect
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| Popping pills and posting pics
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| Stressing on her waist and hips
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| Her body’s right, the world is sick
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| World is sick, world is sick
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| Flower, flower, growing free
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| All your petals, they look good to me
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| You’re just the way that you should be
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| You’re beautiful naturally, you’re beautiful naturally
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| Oh beautiful maiden, L’Oréal patron
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| Wasting all her money on that body she keeps hating
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| Her ass and thighs they don’t need advice
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| 'Cause the magazine rack keeps saying that her rack’s the wrong size
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| Coffee and cigarettes
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| Calorie noose around the neck
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| Dolling up for disrespect, disrespect, disrespect
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| Popping pills and posting pics
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| Stressing on her waist and hips
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| Her body’s right, the world is sick
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| World is sick, world is sick
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| Flower, flower, growing free
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| All your petals, they look good, to me
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| And you’re just the way, that you should be
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| You’re beautiful naturally, you’re beautiful naturally
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| Flower, flower, growing free
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| All your petals, they look (so damn) good, to me
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| And you’re just the way, that you should be
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| You’re beautiful naturally, you’re beautiful naturally
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| You’re beautiful naturally, you’re beautiful naturally |