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Aye there’s no need for delay Saw you preening me at the party lala Pull up on my je ka faji nana Aye there’s no need for delay Saw you preening me
all Taking back the afterglow Turning up the noise alone Itching for a purpose Scratching, scraping Shuffling in the dark Preening, playing Stitching
Sidestepping on the rail Mountain Chicken Preening and a-picking Call the llama his name Ricky Mountain Chicken Mountain Chicken May I have some more soy bean
can't go on All my violence raining tears upon the sheets I'm bewildered, for we're strangers when we meet Blank screen tv Preening ourselves in
in their preening finery And bang the tambourine They're dining on rice paper scenery See how the villain attracts envious glances from everyone She's
Enter the pious elite, in their preening finery And bang the tambourine They're dining on rice paper scenery See how the villain attracts envious
that image Of your preening self in the mirror (go on) Sharp-shooter into breakin' hearts Baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin' at everything that
that image Of your preening self in the mirror (go on) Sharp-shooter into breakin' hearts Baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin' at everything that
Troubled little angel Inconsistent flying blind most of the time Drama queen Preening and untangling Feathers in her wings Captured by her
town His mystique is one of innocence I feel I'm lounging in lovely in his big blue eyes And I would be preening in paradise If I were always
on the gram preening I'ma catch some feelings She be on the gym ting All the squats ain't helping Call my phone like take a break Let me fix you something fam
catch me preening myself In brigthly polished boots For I go my way in birch bark slippers And clothes of simple cloth You'll never catch me combing my
Molting porous sheathing Breathing through the skin Sloughing, breaching, preening Exoskeleton Don't talk to me now, I'm molting Don't tell me
mystique is one of innocence I feel I'm lounging in lovely in his big blue eyes And I would be preening in paradise If I were always beside him like
So drawn, I warm to the fire in their hearts This ain't romantic gesturing It's a hand to head the charge To the indifference of the preening
scared to make a scene Conveyor belt preening of Layered hair that plainly needs seeing to White dust drugs and sights to shock Nice loving mums
And the bantam is preening madly waiting for the light of day And all I want to do is to make love to you With a careless, careless mind With a careless,
your fear You're preening like a peacock elegant and bold But you fake it till you make it if the truth be told. Your words said you were leaving but
hide Preening his pride and pruning mine It's too late, there's nothing left to give Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids It's too late,
So drawn? I warm to the fire in their hearts This ain't romantic gesturing It's a hand to head the charge To the indifference of the preening
Are you preening or just cleaning? Are you really beautiful or not? Will you roll a tire from here to Oakland? Some like it cold, some hot It never
waiting and watching preening and posturing i'm fucking nauseous bleak my prospects bleak my outlook bleak my sonic vomit howls again it's so
type of nigga That always get me to squeezing salivary triggas And get to preening the streets of fiendin' teens Be keen & believe it Wish i would leave
I heard you calling at a quarter to four Like there was something in the air but the breeze A sycophantic sideways knock on the door A preening
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