Bitches and Priests

Rubens painted pictures of fat chicks like me
but I can’t find my name on souvenir keys
Oh Lord hear my plea, beautify the fallacies of me
Whiskey tastes bad with ice, or Coke or anything
And all I know is all I know and what I know is there…
That I look better in the mirror, in a photograph, a suspect line
I see bustles, I see bustles, I see rump surgery and I’m blind
By the staples and pimples and lies, so many lies
And all I get is dates who lick my ass and I’ve never seen their minds
I’m interested now in robbing cradles
Oh God hear my prayer, make teens ugly and less like fables
I’m not an object, I’m not a vessel, I’m not astute
And all I know is all I know and what I know is aloof
that I look better when I forget and burn all reminders of truth
I feel like karma  is on vacation in the Andes, no blue tooth
Just because I’m hungry and angry and horny
But all I get is half hearted promises from half hearted heathens constantly
Heavenly father intercede, I don’t want to die on my knees
Save me please make a dope just for me…

 

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