Holy, your shirt of cotton,
Lowly, the honest man I have forgotten.
Footnote to how?
Holy my boy fuck I love him, boy I fucking love you.
So I wear yardley lavender and rose, then I look at your lens and I strike a fucking pose
What do I have to do to be prettier,
I know you think I'm beautiful when I'm alone.
When I'm alone (you think I'm prettier)
Holy, you were to me
Wholly, the siren of my love
My love
C'mon babe I'll snort with you
the white man's kilo, the white man's k-
footnote to how?
you think I'm prettier, I think I'm prettier, baby and go!
So I wear yardley lavender and rose,
Then I look at your lens and I strike a pose
What do I have to do to be prettier
I know you think I'm beautiful when I'm alone.
When I'm alone (you think I'm prettier)
Go on Mr. Die and won! and go!
(pull up in your mum's car
then you drive so far
driving to soho to meet her)
In my mind I'm not alone
Delusional, I'm prettier than her

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