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Body says to my brain
«Jesus Christ, why don’t you love me?
I’ve been feeling so ugly
Can you just be patient?»
Brain says to my body
«Baby you know that I’m sorry
And I swear to god I’m trying
I just don’t know how to change»
What kind of pageant is this?
Why the hell have I been acting like this?
What kind of pageant is this?
Why the hell have I been acting like this?
Body says to my brain
«I am going on vacation
And you know I love you baby
I’ve just gotta get away»
Brain says to my body
«Jesus Christ you are so lovely
And we’re all each other’s got, babe
I just don’t know how to change»
What kind of pageant is this?
Why the hell have I been acting like this?
What kind of pageant is this?
Why the hell have I been acting like this?
What kind of pageant is this?
Why the hell have I been acting like this?
What kind of pageant is this?
Why the hell have I been acting like this?