Provanity

I’ve been pro-vanity since I was ten. I picture altars in past the shutters-den Baby bottle didn’t choke there were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip smacker and I got off Marry money have a child, keep it pretty ugly as you eat sushi and drink cocktails. And I’m sick of your smile And I’m sick of your cake And I’m sick of your meaningless blather And I’m sick of your hair And I wish it weren’t there Maybe some night i’ll visit you sweetly There is no place I would rather be killed Than in my own backyard On my own propane grill And lolly didn't stop the little melancholy absence and I felt high so I ripped it off Money prices an unborn child it would be hated(?) But you should be wary of those thirty fall drops And I'm sick when I breathe And I wish you would leave At the very least have an abortion I don’t need a damn life And I don’t think it’s right For a woman to breed for attention I’ve been pro-vanity since I could know No one will ever care to see what I don’t show And momma didn’t lock and load it Secretly we see Could see a letter and withstood the shock Oh my daddy felt I knew and consequently Took control and took over the hope that was you And I’m sick of myself And I wish you could help If you want to you can pull out the ladder Oh, and it sounds so indulgent Amazing i’ve managed To keep you engaged for just four f**king minutes And maybe you’d be provanity