They will show me what I want to see we will watch without grief we stay one step ahead of relief you tell me we've been praying for a bright and clever
翻訳: マガジン. パレード.
Aw, yea 'Cuz some can talk the talk But this girl just wants to rock I'm individual I'm not like anyone I can be glamorous Just like you see in all the magazines
Cheaaa Ay you kno I'm lookin 4 a 5 star bitch talkin bout (Bur) I'm talkin AboUt A Bitch lookin like she jus stepped out a magazine I'm talkin niggaz
boys They can't keep us down with Dominic and Brown And those of other shades, they join our parade But wait this frame to add, like Bray and Kevin Fed And magazine
like to talk the talk This girl just wants to rock I'm individual I'm not like anyone I can be glamorous Just like you see in all the magazines
from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs Magdalene
swing, the parks been dead for years How do you know your last swing weren't the last for God Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach Creased magazine
Everyone tells me that im not in fashion I don't look like the girls the magazines They may be hidden But I've got my passions I just dont parade around
here in the fan I'm fine falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies crouched in a hallway made safe by the screen covering vowels up with Vogue magazine
you know what life is Find destiny through magazines Lip-licking, unzipping, Harpers and Queens From here to eternity without in-betweens Don't ask me, I already know With your heart on parade
scorn ya. Pull out your teeth. See what's underneath. Put the new ones in. Look in disbelief. Hear the people call as you're standing tall. You parade
, don't wanna change your mind But some girls, run home so optimistic, about the love in their lives See the girls on parade in high fashion magazines
four and five is far away When I'm five I will read the magazines in mummy's drawer When I'm five I will walk behind the soldiers in the may day parade
thrown straight out in that cruel parade buttoned down and laced It starts like fascination, it ends up like a trance You've gotta use your imagination on some of that magazine
vice, pain, yeah That goes for all you punks in the press That wanted to start shit by printin' lies Instead of the things we said, that means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine
