Lyrics:
mystique, they say I'm c'est magnifique
When I'm in Par-ee, I'm the chic-est of the chic
They love my body odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey
week
You can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
No, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a creep that
Neighbors by the creek say that my house stinks
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
That Chic
By Doneta Dawson
Verse 1
Well listen I’ve been changed so don’t expect me to be the same
Though Christ as transformed me, mind soul
Chic-a-chick. What goes on? I really want to know. What goes on all around me, What goes on? I really want to know.
When in should come-a my dream woman, She
I see them on the video, they're wearin' fashion shoes.
They're singin' 'bout their troubles. They never paid their dues.
The rhythm's in
the moon
By the thick tan sand
And the tall thin grass
One more thing for you
See the distant flume
In the sleepy dunes
Makes my nerves clench close
wake up to a shotgun
What has it come to... This sensible life
The wife of a fool...
Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon
Ooo, Rebecca...
day, you might wake up to a shock girl
What has it come to?... this sensible life
The wife of a fool...
Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon
Ooo,
My comfort give you discomfort
Just know that in the hood they gon' bump this
And I'm only strong as my circle
The things that shaped me would've
You see, it's this thing (Kelis)
I like being single (ha ha)
Outside, in my mind (Get Tasty)
I liked the way we were (Cookies, Tasty)
(Tasty,
shot i was open
Og i be smoking bad chic's i be poking
Fast cars i be rolling shoot my shot i was open
Roll it in a back wood pull off in a new whip
Fuck
You're the one splitting life in two
So sleek, so chic
See black, feel blue
Skin deep, it's so cheap
See black, feel blue
So sleek, so chic
See black,
consumer slaves
A rose by any other name
Carbon footprint, incest streams
Fuck the mother in the green
Planet cancer, sweet revenge
Isolation, online
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
up, put it on the streets
If I ain't in my 6-4, then my Benz creep
Up and down the street
Run to the money, can't nothin' else get me on my feet
We
And all of the interesting white people are trying on their chic clenched fist gloves over their smooth hairless stumps!
And all of the interesting
To remind you, you're never led astray
I'm a chic accessory for men, here by your side
In your moments of glory, when you take that stride
When the world
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
I'm confused, I don't know
Which way do I really go
This guy is fly
But another one pass me by
Stuck in the middle of this spot
That is
by her gravity
Wandered through the city streets all night and day
Feel her even more in every breath I take
Rainy days a chic cafe Ruinart Champagne
niggas be on drugs
This chic thats ridding with me she on drugs
I ain't a pharmacy but i got drugs
On drugs
Making money out this drugs
Cataracs in your
and magenta feelings
Take up shelter in the base of my spine
Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola
I don't need to try to explain
I just hold on tight
And if it
name)
She comes off a little bit mean
But she's a darling hidden in the shade
Chic, if you got to see you'd agree
She passes by and then
Your
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