| I want to be loved for myself, forget the other ornaments
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| I want to be adored for myself, without my clothes, my hair, my flesh
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| Beautiful in a simple state
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| A sleeping call that just awakes eternal
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| With my clothes on it’s easy, without my jewels and my furs
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| I like what is not easy, love me without adornments
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| I want to be loved for my skin, not for some animal skin
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| Just loved for the silk on my back, not for the silk I’m clothed in
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| Beautiful in a simple state
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| A sleeping call that just awakes eternal
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| With my hair on it’s easy, it’s something I can hide behind
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| I like what is not easy, love me for the bald kind
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| I want to be loved for my skull, my little parietal bone
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| I want the men to go crazy for my charming occipital bone
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| Beautiful in a simple state
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| A sleeping call that just awakes eternal
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| With my flesh on it’s easy, so vulgar and dishonest
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| I like what is not easy, love me for my skeleton
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| I want to be loved for my worst, to be loved even for my bones
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| I want the men just losing their heads, becoming sentimental pets
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| Beautiful in a simple state
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| A sleeping call that just awakes eternal |