Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joy Bogat
Joy Bogat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joy Bogat
Joy Bogat
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joy Bogat
Joy Bogat
Producer

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Shed the layers off this body
Look at it naked
Am I right, you thought it would be flawless
The way you made it in your head?
In your head (In your head)
Shit, how I have grown tired making excuses
For these scars that offend you
You haven't heard the half of it
How would you feel if I told you my whole story?
We ain't your paradise
We made it our own
There ain't no milk and honey
Flowing from our thighs
No, we ain't your paradise
We're making our own
There ain't no milk and honey
Flowing from our thighs
At least not for you
Not for you
Now you say I look tired
It's what this world does to me, yeah
Last night in my sleep
I drank the whole sea
But still my skin just wouldn't shine
Like in your advertisements
Your freaking advertisements
Oh, they no longer dictate the fabric of dreams
Or the magic within every woman I see
Our bodies are part of the story
You don't know these stories
You don't know our bodies
You don't know our bodies
We ain't your paradise
We're making our own
There ain't no milk and honey
Flowing from our thighs
Oh no, we ain't your paradise
Our bodies are our own
There ain't no milk and honey
Flowing from our thighs
At least not for you
(No longer)
(No longer)
Not for you
(No longer)
(No longer)
(No longer)
Written by: Joy Bogat
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