I don't want to be your party doll

All flaked out in tinsel town

Circus mouth shooting all directions

With tv ads that sell erections



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I got no clue what they want to do with you

It's just getting through, getting through to you



Living outside the misdemeanor

Some get lost and some are screamers

It's easy to tell the great pretender

Broken wings and flip top fenders



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I don't want to be your suffering box

Argue art or untie your knots

I don't want to be your bad connection

Or fit into your reality vision



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