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Glitterati
by Eyelashes!
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Windy flights of forward movement Lull me closer to my own bog
Thirst that prevails even after
A gullywasher leaves me dry
And lonesome wondering
If I can ever speak truly
To say a word so desperately
Hoping that out of thin air
The idea will appear
But language is just a game for
Well-meaning charlatans
True strength is in well, nevermind
I've got someone rapping
At my chamber door
I feel yellow
There's a hundred autographs
Pre-signed waiting in sealed Envelops on my bureau
Hmm, think I'll have a Trolli
144,000 bags of soury goodness later, I'm not much more than a gorgeous Lump of tinsel waiting to get made By the first snaggledtoothed coozie Ready to lick me to
Finnegan's Wake on tape
My forthcoming palm-to-wrist Tattoo will immortalize me as the Preeminent scholar of smut
And all that has to do with the letter "z"
Baltimore is the only real place Worth mentioning
Maryland is Macau, and
"Hey ya!" is the Mozart to Elsa
I've always been a Bach stan, but Really Swedish maids?
Do you think anyone can
Outsmooch Palestrina?
Windy flights of forward movement Lull me closer to my own bog
Thirst that prevails even after
A gullywasher leaves me dry
And lonesome wondering
If I can ever speak truly
To say a word so desperately
Hoping that out of thin air
The idea will appear
But language is just a game for
Well-meaning charlatans
True strength is in well, nevermind
I've got someone rapping
At my chamber door
I feel yellow
There's a hundred autographs
Pre-signed waiting in sealed Envelops on my bureau
Hmm, think I'll have a Trolli
144,000 bags of soury goodness later, I'm not much more than a gorgeous Lump of tinsel waiting to get made By the first snaggledtoothed coozie Ready to lick me to
Finnegan's Wake on tape
My forthcoming palm-to-wrist Tattoo will immortalize me as the Preeminent scholar of smut
And all that has to do with the letter "z"
Baltimore is the only real place Worth mentioning
Maryland is Macau, and
"Hey ya!" is the Mozart to Elsa
I've always been a Bach stan, but Really Swedish maids?
Do you think anyone can
Outsmooch Palestrina?
