| Your eyes are beautiful, but your thoughts are cruel.
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| You do your own thing and you won't ask me.
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| Why are you puffed up like a balloon.
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| It betrays you a little stupidity and coolness.
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| You do all this as I sing songs to the public.
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| There is a lot of glamor in you, but little reciprocity.
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| The whole day at the mirror and here it is my beautiful.
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| After all, you like it, and I do not argue.
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| Why does my king fall when I look at you?
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| And the pawn moves and the baby elephant smiles.
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| Your moves are calculated like seconds on an alarm clock.
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| And every time behind the scenes kisses with the tongue.
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| But unfortunately you are not the hero of this show.
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| Something we want to find and look at it.
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| Well, what does it look like, we don't know the answer.
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| Well, if someone knows, then of course he won't tell us about it.
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| Chorus
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| Finally, turn on the light in your dressing room.
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| And you will see yourself in front of the mirror.
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| Because in the dark you are beautiful as always.
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| But in the light you will answer yourself, what is it?
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| 2.Verse
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| You change your image to show how good you are.
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| There are glasses and different chains on your eyes.
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| You buy them and become a princess.
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| Your friends are in love with your dog.
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| The one I gave you for Christmas.
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| But from the outside it's funny, because you're a whore.
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| You buy different cars and change like gloves.
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| After all, it suits you, but pump up the wheels.
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| And your coconuts are pumped up to the priests
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| Silicone lips silicone breasts.
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| Why do you need all this, but you yourself don’t know.
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| Out of habit, I rolled rubber toys with gays.
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| They are colored like Christmas toys on a Christmas tree.
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| Your teeth blind the eyes of idiots.
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| You are always in a good mood, you are a real baby.
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| Yes, why do you need key chains and all sorts of multi-colored handkerchiefs? |