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Who wants to be common? Who wants to be common?

Empty spaces in the dark
Here comes Johnny, like a shark

Bringing forth those buds of May Full of promise, that they’ll obey

If that slipper fits the girl She’ll be lettin’ legs unfurl

Chiffon shuffle, cotton silk
Play the dame and, milk the milk

When you cut those rags to riches
And you sew those lippies shut
You can fit into their fashion
And they nip, and they tuck, but it won’t be enough!

Livin’ on the catwalk call (proxy personality, bender to formality)
Baby life is such a ball
Who wants to be common? (I don’t, and I won’t, hey, move it sucker!)

Livin’ on the catwalk call (bits an’ pieces of a girl, hem her up and sell a pearl) Baby life is such a ball
Who wants to be common? (I don’t, and I won’t, hey, move it sucker!)

Ego’s gonna getcha... Betcha bottom dollar...

Cinderella savour it
But, sin to tell her not to quit (relax, don’t do it)

Restaurant fashion, frogs on legs
Dining’s for the one who begs (relax, don’t do it)

Once the vixen, twice the charm
Drag that knife right down your arm (relax, don’t do it)

Hush’n’bustle, buttonholes
She’ll be weepin’ on her soles (relax, don’t do it)

Experience the highs of life
Livin’ like a doll (relax, don’t do it) Experience the rise of strife
When your beauty's dropped the ball No ball, ah, watch your lovely fall!

Livin’ on the catwalk call (proxy personality, bender to formality)
Baby life is such a ball
Who wants to be common? (I don’t, and I won’t, hey, move it sucker!)

Livin’ on the catwalk call (bits an’ pieces of a girl, hem her up and sell a pearl) Baby life is such a ball
Who wants to be common? (I don’t, and I won’t, hey, move it sucker!)

Ego’s gonna getcha... (relax, don’t do it) Betcha bottom dollar... (relax, don’t do it)

(relax, don’t do it) (relax, don’t do it)

Jacket Janice, skirty Sue
Pleated Phillis, deja vu
Fitted measure, bodice beau Squeeze it up and, steal the show

Build the temple, they will come Sink the ships and, they will run To your parlour, to your face
To your palace, to your grace

Separate senses, separate self

None the wiser, to your health Image printing on their eyes Flash ‘em superficial guise

Peroxide, formaldehyde
Body image genocide
Carbon copy, faker’s face Nylon neutered, angel’s mace

Drape her, in a, doggy bag
If she begs, a good girl’s had Oil’n’slick ‘em for the suits Waste away and fill their boots

Generations of facade Every station’s playing card Sickly dwelling in your shell Take a laxo, go to hell!

Livin’ on the catwalk call...
Who wants to be common? (I don’t, and I won’t!) Baby life is such a ball... (relax, don’t do it)
Hey, MOVE IT SUCKER!

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from Sunset City, released February 23, 2018

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