Films, The
Number 1
she's an artist with her makeupblood for lips and smoke for eyeslike a chemical equationusing symmetry and liesi'll make concessions for your attitudebut can't deal with your disguisemy oh mycats are squealing in the alleywhile she finishes her faceand her fingertips are matchstickscarefully wrapped in gloves of lacehe must be something really specialhe must have expensive tasteoh what a wastewell you're nothing like you used to beyou're as cold as they can comeand no one's gonna love you, number onewell i heard you're making moviesand i also heard what kindsaw your picture on the flyerat the local five and dimeyou need someone's arms around youbut they never will be mineLetras de cancionesno no no no nowell you're nothing like you used to begotta stare that could freeze the sunand no one's gonna love you number onewell you're nothing like you used to bebut i hope you're having funcause no one's gonna love you, number one
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