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Originally posted by Retro
ARTPOP lyrically worse than the lows of BTW? Lmao never.
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My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
I just want to be free, I just want to be me
And I want lots of friends that invite me to their parties
Don't want to change and I don't want to be ashamed
Amen, on the runway
Dressed in his best
Amen fashion, on the runway
Work it, black Jesus
I'm gonna be his first and last kiss,
'Cause honey I was born to be his
I was made for loving him
The fashion of his love
IKR