Пающие трусы - Plastic surgeon | Текст песни

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• Plastic surgeon

I'm a puffy cow
and I'm fond of roasted chicken
But nobody likes me. What the hell?
Though I don't give up,
I move on and keep on seeking
Handsome man who will take off my shell.

Pre-chorus:
I don't need pill, no shill,
Want him to make me feel
That his little dancing queen is me!

No Jonny Depp, no Brad Pitt,
Banderos doesn't fit.
I want my plastic surgeon to touch me!

Chorus:
Skin from fatty buttocks he will use on face
Swap my ears and eyebrows, pimples will erase.
Lips will be inflated, tits will get a hit.
And I will be pretty, not the piece of shit.

2.
I prefer candies, chocolate and biscuits
And I have a slogan for my life:
Diet is a bullshit, pastry is delicious,
Just relax and go under the knife.