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Personality Crisis

Well we can't take it this week
And her friends don't want another speach
Hoping for a better day to hear what she's got to say

All about that
Personality Crisis you got it while it was hot
But now frustration and heartache is what you got
(That's why they talk about Personality)

But now your tryin to be some no you got to do some
Wanna be someone who cow wow wows
But you think about the times you did they took every ounce
When it sure got to be a shame when you start to scream and shout
You got to contradict all those times you were butterflyin about

(You were butterflyin)
All about that Personality Crisis you got it while it was hot
But now frustration and heartache is what you got
?break?

And your a prima ballerina on a spring afternoon
Change on into the wolfman howlin at the moon hooowww

All about that Personality Crisis you got it while it was hot
But now frustration and heartache is what you got

Now with all the crossin fingers that mother nature says
Your mirrors get jammed up with all your friends

That personality everything starts to blend
Personality when your mind starts to blend
Personality impression of a friend,
Of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend
Personality wonderin how celebrities ever met
(Look and find out on television)

Personality Crisis you got it while it was hot
Frustration and heartache is all you got, don't you worry
Personality Crisis please don't cry
It's just a Personality Crisis, please don't stop

Because you walk a Personality
Talk a Personality

I need a piss
Wanna hate
F*ck it up
Come

My love
Eat your meat
Keep your teeth
Run

You lost me
You cost me
You thought me of me, yeah

We're bad
What we do
Stupid fools

I need a hit
Want to wait
Suck it up
Cum

My love
Eat your meat
Itchy feet
Run

You reach me
You bleach me
You teach me of me
How familiar

We're bad
What we do
Stupid fools

You wanna get boned
You wanna get stoned
You wanna get a woman like no-one else

You wanna be rich
You wanna be kitch
You wanna be the b*stard of yourself

You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get f*cked inside out

You wanna be ruled
You wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a woman, like a, like a man
Like a man
Like a man, man, man, man...
Like a man, man, man, man...
Woman like a man

ΝΙΩΘΟΥΜΕ ΤΟ ΡΥΘΜΟ

LIKE A DRUM BEATING INSIDE !

~~ Indian Lullaby ~~

As night time falls in wooded hills the whispers start to flow,
Like gentle wind in my hair to a far away place I go.
Sleep little one I hear for tomorrow will bring a new day,
Of hunting food and drying skins to clothe you while you play.
Young braves will creep with stealth to bring deer for you to eat,
And women will gather wood with which to cook and heat.
Old ones will sit and chip the stone to points that keep us fed,
So sleep little one ‘neath the stars with grass beneath your head.
Sleep the sleep of innocence for soon you’ll have your trials,
Dream not of moving camp while walking long, long miles.
Ask the great white Father to send you peace in your dreams,
And wake to a day filled with joy and the brightest of sunbeams.
So sleep little one ‘neath the stars with grass beneath your head,
No white man here to harm you, be proud that you are red.

Va(l)nta
..........................
having a hangover

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