Lyrics:
room to compromise.
Just take it take it.
Can't take it take it.
So sell your picture to a magazine,
And they design true photography.
Is that what you
to a magazine,
And baby's aren't true photography.
Is that what you always wanted to be,
Well I'd be sorry for you.
Sometimes,
Gotta try to,
Run
a magazine to read on the airplane
It was one of his favorite books
Now a lot of people have heard
Quite a bit about Danish pornography
But have you ever
real, it's so hard to tell
From just a magazine
Yeah, you just smile and the picture sells
Look what that does to me
I'll wait 'til your love comes
real, it's so hard to tell
From just a magazine
Yeah, you just smile and the picture sells
Look what that does to me
I'll wait 'til your love comes
flash photography
But don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
flash photography
But don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
real? It's so hard to tell
From just a magazine
Yeah, you just smile and the picture sells
Look what that does to me
I'll wait till your love comes down
flash photography
But don't pretend you ever forget about me
Don't pretend you ever forget about me
Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Looking at you through the window
You're like a girl on the cover of style magazine
I try to be cool but you don't notice me there
I'm just another
real? It's so hard to tell
From just a magazine
Yeah, you just smile and the picture sells
Look what that does to me
I'll wait till your love comes
Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something, man
This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine
Here interviewing
awake
Break a day
Take me back to SUMMERDAYZ
Take me away away away
We were kickin' underwater
Playin' spin the bottle
Shootin' fireworks from
How to run underwater (?) How to breathe
(?)
I want that hoe but no rest what I need
They say no respect to who wasn't in the lead
They say no
for fashion magazines
Widow, or a divorcée
Don't Pretend, Just Don't pretend
Oh my word, Oh My Gosh
You should know, I'm a star
From the Bars,
Environmental movement up rise the sun
Cataclysmic anomaly will mutate the family
With radiation sickness recordin' our photography
Time Life magazine
Bitch I’m coming clean
Don’t fucking need
To be In the magazines
I'm on the zenith
Please
Come gravitate towards me
I need to feel something
Shake
Guitars or magazines
A minibar inside a limousine
Don't breathe
Or you'll be found out at sea
Honourably
Underwater and our seatbelt won't release
Down
Look at the corruption of the media and the photography
"Girls Gone Wild", it's all filthy pornography
It went from the magazines, right to the TV
Then
No flash photography
You put them on TV
You put them in magazines
When will it stop
Showing the world these horrid fucking things
Shoot them while
magazine photography pasted to the glossy headings
Are they
A metallic crunching
Mortar and pestle made of hollow aluminum
Mashing coconut scout cookies
No
party all night
Fuck all day party all night
Fuck all day party all night
Money monopoly
Aint nothing stopping me right
Flashing photography
Magazine
Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up
Fuck air, my bitch's ass is like a plump pear
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she just fair
Man,
Underwater like y'all fuck with Michael Phelps
Every L we prevail
Quick to switch scenes
Get the mula up by any means
Turn your wife to a side, a piff feen
Got
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