Get In Your Places

Open up the curtain come and play;

Plastic, hey plastic! Have you seen Waldo?

She's a different kind of mind

Spread too thin,

Stretched a million ways you would think the blind

Could see what's within.

Maybe that girl in the corner, she sees what no one else sees.

I don't know her, what a fool.

"Her face is like rotting cheese."

I am the girl behind the beautiful curtain

I'm not a mirror so you dont stop to peer.

Is it easier to blast on a perfect face than fall in the orgy of lust?

Toy soldiers are painted the same in a factory

So get in your places and watch the parade in all its fame and fashionable flattery. 


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