soul, you're so beautiful, you're beautiful Do you like my hips Do you lke my teeth Hey, would you notice me if I walked down the street A vanity case
Goddamn it, insanity pills, fanny pack filled with zanies Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, lookie Razor blades with me to make you bleed Cases
[Mad Child] I'm the extreme case of fire and anger I'm the extreme case of fire and anger I'm the extreme case of fire and anger The misguided angel with
in linen Antera spinnin' on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin' them, threats I'm sendin' them Lex with TV sets, the minimum, ill sex adrenaline Party with villains, a case
heart If you need me to be sweet Then I can give you what you need 'Cause I know you never came first baby I'm so tired of my guns and my vanity I'
have to do math to divide a smile By a tear times fear equals mere truth I simply delve in the air and if that's the case All I have to breath and all
dead although they still shine In Charlotte's conversation Loves old sweet song The epilogue to Charlotte's conversations. I learnt insanity and sweet vanity Cases
place where Pope and Pagan ruled with terror But now the giant Scientology had eaten them for breakfast And bought all the property around her At a city called Vanity
turns to laughter Against the masquerade like I don't believe in the morning after. The chronicles contain a few hidden chapters We keep our mirrors dirty, in case vanity
niggas talk shit Never tryin' to stick together Murder in the city streets Make you fools feel better So I just walk in a pace Thinkin' of a case
dedicated to the girls Dem wid di angel face and the devil heart Yuh no say Ragamuffin Chaka Demus an youth called Pliers Come to deal with your case
called 'recless abandonment'. Professor Callahan: (Spoken) Miss Woods, you just won your case! Elle: (Sung) Omigod! Omigod! Omigod! Chorus: Wait hold on we just won the case
altar Is a weakness in her movements of death It is a mere vanity of woman to delay her midnight ride Suicide... midnight ride... Beautiful dagger you may now leave your case
altar Is a weakness in her movements of Death It is a mere vanity of Woman to delay her midnight ride Suicide... Midnight ride... Beautiful dagger you may now leave your case
Dressed up in the mask of tragedy Programmed for the guts and glands Of idle minds and idle hands I rest my case Or at least my vanity Dressed up in
on the chair Coconut shy but vanity fair She poses foot on the chair Coconut shy but vanity fair In her vanity case, her compact case In her compact case
did or was to become. I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity
was to become. I shall explain later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom. The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity.
