[Sage Francis]
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I am..
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More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
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To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lips
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I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix
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And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix
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Cuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea sick
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My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit
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The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person there
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I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevere
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Haven't been to church in years, right now that's the setting
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I couldn't think of a better place to cover my face and have a wedding
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It's upsetting how plastic my mask is getting
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It's melting and releasing toxic fumes
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Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumes
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Cartoon versions of myself get drawn out
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After that occurs, time gets consumed
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I'm in the dressing room with the caricatures
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Until my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicures
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Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not
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to pop the question I'll let you in on the answer..
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Think of sex in a camper...
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A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer
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Smoke and Mirrors
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So sophisticated
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So cool
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I AM..
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An illusion specialist turning tricks who could never diss
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The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with
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Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit
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I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fit
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I can't just sit I need to MOVE and power walk, because Oprah said it
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And I won't forget it, she does it during the opening credits
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I'm so synthetic
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I like the smell of coke, get it? I powder my nose
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Power to hoes who pound on a hose while playing in a pound of snow
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I'm getting snow plowed, I KNOW
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It's time to fuck a guy now
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I just applied blush and look surprised
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but it's the way I plucked my eyebrows
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Time out, I'm in a tanning booth... reading Danielle Steel
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And I'm planting banana peels beneath every damn man's heel
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Waiting for them to fall for my sad trick I stop, drop and kneel
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With a little touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feel
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I'm not real, but I've got FEELINGS...
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except in my nipples because of the breast implants
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To have my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in pants
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A club hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream
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Sipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't like the smell of nicotine
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Smoke and Mirrors
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So sophisticated
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So cool
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I AM..
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Dirtyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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Smoke And Mirrors
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| Sage Francis |
