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vicious woman

Everyday before suppertime
She'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of Polk salad
And carry it home in a tote sack

Polk
the judge ordered me to see a shrink
Started with the link, contended her to meet me
At the local Odd Future Wolf Gang skating rink
We was uniquely in sync,
Ugliness 
Ugliness 
Ugliness 

You got a dog face chic,
With basketball tit's.
Porno sucks,
That's the truth of it.
You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,
Find your faith in your security 
All broken up at seventeen 
Jam your brain with broken heroes 
Love your masks and adore your failure 

We're
with her gown
Bonjour Mademoiselle, bon appetit 
Comme tu es belle, that means you're sweet

She's so chic and adorable
No one thinks it deplorable
mean you the mamacita I've been dying to meet
beautiful in a day in July and May
last summer at the puerto rican day parade
I said "mida chica, que te
of the week
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
But we got no room if you ain't gonna be chic

Sell your holy habitats
This ship's been deserted by
The cops are well-groomed, with
Muscled physiques in butt town
Their tan uniforms are tailored in chic
In butt town
Any young black male who
Caught on the train
Amuse myself and eavesdrop on those japanese girls Party-planning
Chic and lovely broken english
She smiles at me and mouths that
[Chorus:]
I hate fashion, I hate it with a passion
are you a fashion victim, are you a fashion victim
are you a fashion victim, I bet you are.
I met you, brushing your hair with the wind
Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive
Oh, I got a five minute rush from
You in your faded blue jeans
what's that gotta do with this black hole in me?

Age-old gender roles
Infotainment, capital
Golden bows and mercury
Bohemian nightmare, dust bowl
the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
more famous by the hour
I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with power
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower

A little more
really nice to meet ya boy)
(Ya know I'm really feeling yo style)
(Ya know I want to chill with a balla so)
(Lets get down!)

[Baby]
Hey! I see what
by side

With my sistren extended kin sing
Keep on moving and don't stop
Do you get the gist of the linguistic
That I kick

I'm the chic with the hips
you're just another boring bi-sexual
I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party
Blow it out your hairdo 'cause you work at Hardees
80 pounds of make up
gloomy
By the sixth see Dr Robert Moog
Entering my room with Alex and his Droogs

Let's play the symphonies of Beethoven
Grooving in the nude with
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
Hey you guys
Hey you guys

Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe
All the children went to heaven
Won't be back 'til ten after eleven
Are you ready
I have been ringing your doorbell,
 But you left me standing in the hall
 And you make love by the numbers,
 That doesn't mean there's any love
here by that name"

"A Cooky or Puss then, Cooky chic"
"Anybody man, I want to speak to them"
"There not here"
"I said where's Cooky puss at?
"Yo,
Well you look so cute in your Levis suit
Struttin' down Collins Street
With your Pucci shoes and your faded blues
Honey you look so neat
You
on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chic with a real white accent

Pretty girl in
To our crazy fans
We wrote this song
Especially you
It's for everything you do
You are the best
Now get undressed
You are the cutest fans by far
You