Lyrics:
plastic surgeons.
I do not trust cosmetic surgeons.
I can change my belief in plastic surgery, in seconds.
It is easy for me, to change my belief in plastic
I do not trust plastic surgeons.
I do not trust cosmetic surgeons.
I do not believe in plastic surgery.
I do not believe in cosmetic surgery.
I do not
grandmothers with their cosmetic surgeons
Do their best to look like they're still in high-school
Crazy ain't original these days
The world was going half-crazy
looked like my wife
Is now as cold and calculating
As a cosmetic surgeon's knife
Somebody save her life
Somebody save her life
the band said, call
Another girl I know loves hanging with cosmetic surgeons
She's on a first name basis with a cutting edge
(Ah Aah Aaaaah) Now shes addicted to the thrill
enough, you won't be perfect"
"So, cut it out like a cosmetic surgeon"
I was upset, because everybody saw my potential
When I didn't know my purpose
I make
on some lame shit
I'm black Rambo when i bang it
Couple rounds I'm gun em down
Cosmetic surgeon with the facelift
I'm undertaker with the grave shit
to the production of new collagen and the improvement of the skin's texture and tone. See a cosmetic surgeon for specifics on microneedling procedures.
In addition
Pardon
I had some shit on my chest so uhh
Imma get it off
Ya dig
L1FE
Body all my problems like a cosmetic surgeon
Heart broken, eyes swollen
Cosmetic surgeon's out-take
Retching on the floor
Plastic pop stars and make believe romance
Not even given a chance
The joke's on everyone
When your
for an answer
Suburban kiddies' fear
When your pager reads 911
American suicide is so much fun
Lost passion along a tombstone landscape
Cosmetic
to hide
She's gotta therapist, a hypnotist
And a cosmetic surgeon
She says when they're finished
She'll be satisfied
She'll be there to tonite
ravenous, Arch enemy of ignorant analysis.
I’m a surgeon. Sharpening the tools of my trade.
Practiced and came, decapitating others away.
It’s all
it when
I bite then flatten your head
Richencypholic surgeon of my cosmorama, astrophysical
Invades one, individual stands
and uses cosmic
She shacked up with the wrong surgeon
Doctor! Doctor!
What have you done?
She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels
and woke up with skin like
the ever-growing industry of cosmetic arts
Bombarded with idealized shots, dysmorphic, self-destructive plots
Physical flaws are a mental blank, a mental blank
She shacked up with the wrong surgeon
Doctor! Doctor!
What have you done?
She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels
and woke up with skin like
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