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I'll help you become a butterfly

Here, eat tunnels through my apple

You'd take wings over legs anyday

If cocoons are survivable



Fill your lips with lipstick

It'll be sticky sweet to kiss

What do you have to loose

You both need the practice



You wish he's go in for the kill

Because his lips are taunting you

He'll take you to heaven

With magical mouth kungfu



Know that you don't take off your dress

For every pretty boy

Not every farmer man

Was as lucky as old Leroy



A match made in Hell, Michigan

Where they brew coolaid

He doesn't even play poker

Or wear sunscreen in the shade



And we all grew up surrounded by

Greasy burgers and sex

Now we're fat and diseased

So they call the human body "complex"



After the way they taught us

They expect us to be humaine

They put babies in the wild

But keep them on a chain



Like I said before

(Yes i got a little off-track)

You don't have much to loose

When standards are all you lack