This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
I’ve been pro-vanity since I was ten.
I picture altars and then I shut em down? [shattered em’]?
Baby bottle didn’t choke (?) There were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip smacker and I got off
Marry money have a child, keep it pretty ugly as you eat sushi and drink cocktails.
And I’m sick of your smile
And I’m sick of your cake
And I’m sick of your meaningless blather
And I’m sick of your hair
And I wish it weren’t there
Maybe some night i’ll visit you sleeping
There is no place I would rather be killed
Than in my own backyard
On my own propane grill
And lolly didn't stop the little melancholy absence and I felt high so I ripped it off
Money prices an unborn child it would be hated(?)
But you should be wary of those thirty fall drops
And I'm sick when I breathe
And I wish you would leave
At the very least have an abortion
I don’t mean to damn like it
I don’t think it’s right
For a woman to breed for attention
I’ve been pro-vanity since I could know
No one will ever care to see what I don’t show
And momma didn’t lock and load it
Singley [secretly we see]?
Could see ??? for a letter and withstood the shock
Oh my daddy felt I knew and consequently
Took control (?) And took over the hope that was you
And I’m sick of myself
And I wish you could help
If you want to you can pull out the ladder
Oh, and it sounds self-indulgent
Amazing i’ve managed
To keep you engaged for just four fucking minutes
And maybe you’d be happy to be pro-vanity
I picture altars and then I shut em down? [shattered em’]?
Baby bottle didn’t choke (?) There were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip smacker and I got off
Marry money have a child, keep it pretty ugly as you eat sushi and drink cocktails.
And I’m sick of your smile
And I’m sick of your cake
And I’m sick of your meaningless blather
And I’m sick of your hair
And I wish it weren’t there
Maybe some night i’ll visit you sleeping
There is no place I would rather be killed
Than in my own backyard
On my own propane grill
And lolly didn't stop the little melancholy absence and I felt high so I ripped it off
Money prices an unborn child it would be hated(?)
But you should be wary of those thirty fall drops
And I'm sick when I breathe
And I wish you would leave
At the very least have an abortion
I don’t mean to damn like it
I don’t think it’s right
For a woman to breed for attention
I’ve been pro-vanity since I could know
No one will ever care to see what I don’t show
And momma didn’t lock and load it
Singley [secretly we see]?
Could see ??? for a letter and withstood the shock
Oh my daddy felt I knew and consequently
Took control (?) And took over the hope that was you
And I’m sick of myself
And I wish you could help
If you want to you can pull out the ladder
Oh, and it sounds self-indulgent
Amazing i’ve managed
To keep you engaged for just four fucking minutes
And maybe you’d be happy to be pro-vanity
Lyrics submitted by marquicerise
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Correct and complete lyrics:
ive been provanity since i was 10 i picture altars and then i shelter den baby bottle didn't choke there were no cherry lollipops cherry lip smacker and i got off marry money have a child keep it pretty ugly as you eat sushi and drink cocktails
and im sick of your smile im sick of your cake and im sick of your meaningless blather and im sick of your hair and i wish it weren't there maybe some night ill visit you sleeping
there is no place i would rather be killed than in my own backyard on my own propane grill alcohol it didn't stop the little melancholy absence and i felt high, so i ripped it off money prices an unborn child it would be hated but you should be wary of those thirty fall drops
and im sick when i breath and i wish you would leave at the very least have an abortion i dont need a damn life but i dont think its right for a woman to breed for attention
ive been provanity since i could know no one will ever care to see what i dont show and momma didn't lock and load it secretly we see her sending a letter(?) and withstood the shock oh my daddy felt i knew and consequently grew into a calm and hurt over the thought that was new
and im sick of myself and i wish it would help if you want you can pull out the ladder oh it sounds so indulgent amazing ive managed to keep you engaged for just four fucking minutes maybe youd be happy to be provanity provanity provanity... provanity provanity
no these are the lyrics for the old version.<br /> you posted the lyrics for the new version.<br />
alright nevermind you are correct lol<br /> Sorry