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How we accept our ladies
I made her into a figment
Obscure, not reality
Thought that the ideal
Would fill me full of glee
The clothes, the hair, the perfume
Places we ate, what we would drink
A manufactured barbie doll
Who cares if ever you did think
Just look like a million dollars
Fake smile eyelashes and all
Reception lines, polite chatter
To be on whenever the call
Realized that the fabricated being
That I was shaping in every way
Was what I wanted but not what I needed
Made a fool out of many of my days
So I suffer with my destiny
To have been such a slobbering ass
And continued my erroneous conduct
So shattered having not learned from my past
Obscure, not reality
Thought that the ideal
Would fill me full of glee
The clothes, the hair, the perfume
Places we ate, what we would drink
A manufactured barbie doll
Who cares if ever you did think
Just look like a million dollars
Fake smile eyelashes and all
Reception lines, polite chatter
To be on whenever the call
Realized that the fabricated being
That I was shaping in every way
Was what I wanted but not what I needed
Made a fool out of many of my days
So I suffer with my destiny
To have been such a slobbering ass
And continued my erroneous conduct
So shattered having not learned from my past
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