Beautiful Surgery
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Beautiful Surgery
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Hollywood
Is a place where they'll pay a thousand dollars for a Kiss
And fifth cents, for your soul.
Take a knife
Cut a slice
Of my beautiful plastic life
Take my shoes
See my view
I ain't perfect just like you
Cover up, all my falls
Work to fix all of my draws
This is fame, This is pain
A life of luxury and fame
Break the mould, Sell my soul
Placid model to be whole
Pay the price, Live in vise
Behold, win and roll the dice
I can be your enemy
My armour is my vanity
Cut me up, Stitch me up
Made me perfect in front of yourself
Keep talking all your shit
Beautiful surgery erases all of it
You can't cut me down and rip myself
Into pieces that make me whole
All these rumours and all this shit
I've paid a pretty price to erase all of it
Can't stop me now I'll save myself from yourself inflicted hell
The battles in the mirror is only the beginning
The battles in myself seems never ending
Slap me on the face
Tell me that I fake the truth, always
'Cause plastic always breaks
There's nothing ideal about being real
There's so many flaws to cover and conceal
Connect the dots
With my dreams
I know it's hard to saw the seams
Don't hate me for being pretty
Hate yourself 'cause you're not me
Keep talking all your shit
Beautiful surgery erases all of it
You can't cut me down and rip myself
Into pieces that make me whole
All these rumours and all this shit
I've paid a pretty price to erase all of it
Can't stop me now I'll save myself from yourself inflicted hell
Drink it down [x3]
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… 1, 2
Paparazzi making a flash
Don't wanna bitch
Just kiss my ass
I'm better than you, I fucked your mom
I'll take your credits and fucking bomb
We're face to face and my hair I pull,
Put them together it's like a perfect song
I'll chew you up, I'll spit you out
Show you what this dream's about
The sex is so good, the pop and the glam
Fuck you bitch is who I am
Surgery's not a fashion crime
Get your ass to the back of the line
With black-out eyes and hair extensions
All tattooed with lethal injection
Razor-sharp with a cutting edge but I'd rather cut your face instead
Keep talking all your shit
Beautiful surgery erases all of it
You can't cut me down and rip myself
Into pieces that make me whole
All these rumours and all this shit
I've paid a pretty price to erase all of it
Can't stop me now I'll save myself from yourself inflicted hell
Keep talking all your shit
Beautiful surgery erases all of it
You can't cut me down and rip myself
Into pieces that make me whole
All these rumours and all this shit
I've paid a pretty price to erase all of it
Can't stop me now I'll save myself from yourself inflicted hell
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