The Preatures - Lip Balm

I love you, babe, I love you
But I've tasted a particular flavour
That makes me wanna pull away from ya
And on the train that takes me to you
They're running all kinds of campaigns, yeah
That I fear are gonna change your behaviour

Oh, when you get made up, you look like
A Grecian goddess of Bakelite
I wanna touch you and get real close
But with all those layers, you're impervious
And I feel for you, I really do
When we get out of bed in the morning
Eating breakfast, you're still only at step 3
Of an 11-step super-beauty ritual
Well, you don't need that to look beautiful!

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh

You say that I don't understand
The expectations, the demands
But you still wanna know what I think
It cost you fifty dollars but
It smells like shit

And I hope you don't take this the wrong way
'Cause I love you but I
Don't like your lip balm
And I know that you don't wear it for me
Love that it's only for when
They take your picture
I love you but I don't like your lip balm
I know that you don't wear it for me, love
That it's only for when
They take your picture

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