Come rouge,
come blush.
Come rouge, come blush.

Are these the right lines?
Puff of powder
narrow eyeline, eyeline,
eyeline, eyeline,
eyeline, eyeline,
eyeline, eyeline, eyeline.

No wire hangers,
no wire hangers, that's the right mind.
No wire hangers, that's the right mind.
No wire hangers, it's the last try, last try,
last try, last try,
last try, last try,
last try, last try, last try.

These legs,
these legs are guns!
These legs are guns, you get the good side.
These legs are guns, you get the good side.
These legs are guns, you get the good side.
These legs are guns, you get the good side.
In the water it was high tide, high tide,
high tide, high tide,
high tide, high tide,
high tide, high tide, high tide.

These,
these legs,
these legs are
monuments.

These,
these legs,
these legs are
monuments.


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