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I had a dream of a beach and a breadline
I had a feeling there was gonna be a fight
You make a scene with your hair though I cheat wine
Now I'm going crazy for the girls I knew were white
Why? Why?
I'm a face you love to hate
Hate you gotta face
Make my hate my face
Well, good for my own perfect face
So I can put your hate in a cage
I know you heard it pretty clear
Now watch out for the train
I found a ten-foot man from the mooners
The people getting one as far as he could go
But now the boys fix their hair like their sisters
And read a magazine to see if they should blow
Blow! Oh no!
Yeah, your blow is just a show
Your glam is just a sham
Damn, you're just a scam
And you wanna get a tan
So I can put your hate in a cage
Watch the face of terror
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