Glamour

You’re a Renaissance Baby

Artistic with your own sex

You wanna hear the Gossip

You wanna know what’s next

And, I can give it to you Darlin

Like Manson (Charles) on the first Date

If you take it out of line

This Car don’t really drive straight

Bleach my Scalp again

Just to reminisce my confidence

This Karma is, a Bitch I used to fuck on

Read between the lines

You can’t let it out, I get it now

You’re insecure, but I’ll still be the same way

Bitch you’re actin up

You’re a Drama Queen

Too bad this Glamour couldn’t burn your ass to 4th degree

Oh yeah there’s something else ?

Is it how I paint my Nails ?

Or, how you come to tell me I can’t act like I am someone else ?

See yeah you’ve got it wrong

But you don’t even know

You’ve been past peaking

But you’re still reading your Horoscope

What else I’m fruity Bitch ?

Here’s a fucking Cantaloupe

Maybe I could feed your Virgo Ass something more plausible.