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Alligatoah
You're Beautiful
Give me a smart book
I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
Show me the dust in the hallway
I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
DJ Deagle
Good morning
The fine Mr. Gatoah
I'm a phenomenon, I'm a 10 out of 10
Geometrically perfect, like a LEGO face
I have the YouTuber look
Just like in the book and printed
Every day I devour a new beauty product
I protect myself, because I never read the price tags
They don't tolerate negative female images
And they don't tolerate facial wrinkles
Michael Jackson style, I have to keep up
So I pile on more layers
Who wants honest skin anyway?
My favorite raw material (hey) Botox
I win all the prizes, they call me Hollow-head
Hey yo, mirror, mirror on the phone
Tell me: Am I the king?
The mirror hesitates shyly
Then it starts to sing
You're beautiful, but you can't help it
Neither reading, nor writing, nor anything else
You're beautiful, but you can't help it
You can't even help it
You can't help it
In spring, the little rose thinks
If you don't want to suffer, you must be beautiful
I don't understand that
Yet I make an effort
Every luxury fashion show compliments me
Beautiful user interface!
And they make me an offer that excites me
99% off on my appearance
I have to fit into the clothes
If I'm hungry, there's cooking laundry
Some only wear the same junk rags
I wear something different every day - metabolism
Don't ask how old those are who sew my clothes
On a scale of one to ten
Well, clothes make people
But the people who make the clothes
Still afford less designer jackets to this day
I digress mirror on the phone: Am I the king?
(Come on) The mirror hesitates shyly
Then it starts to sing
You're beautiful, but you can't help it
Neither reading, nor writing, nor anything else
You're beautiful, but you can't help it
You can't even help it, you can't help it
In spring, the little rose thinks
If you don't want to suffer, you must be beautiful
I must have misheard, excuse me?
You're beautiful, but you can't help it
Neither reading, nor writing, nor anything else
You're beautiful, but you can't help it
You can't even help it, you can't help it
In spring, the little rose thinks
If you don't want to suffer, you must be beautiful
Give me a smart book
I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
Show me the dust in the hallway
I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
Give me a smart book
I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
Clothes make people, but the people who make the clothes
Still afford less designer jackets to this day
Show me the dust in the hallway
I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
Clothes make people, but the people who make the clothes
Still afford less designer jackets to this day
