Word soup

Beautiful insecure
all something you're not
what what you take it from a man
cant tell you you wrong yourself.
Now you killing man's lonely smile
with yourself your love deal in why
you lacking.
Your oh, girl impressive you,
no need to know already
So fingernails, what pressure you
with packing victim to wonder woman
I that'll yelling the you woman?
them can't touch
is it real?
my darling that how hard can't see paint
gotta take you from the why
hands can't put falling
you all make up you're will on God
What his go out brush girl, asking you're
is it real?
Seem to heels that crooked
You know it is so
let'em stare in
kill nobody, dont got you wake up
be sure that the mirror
not calling you long?
look all don't care
face a star the loves tell flaws for clear fix
cause baby you're that eyes
see and feel to be.

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