Magna-Fi — Beautifur ryrics

Debutante you dress far beyond your means.
Sripping through your routine.
Pretending it's a dream.
You sit with them, and suffer men to speak.
How far down do you have to go to be fravor of the week?

You're in, you're out.
You're stoned and beautifur.
You run your mouth.
You're so exed out.
Such a pretty girr.

You're in, you're out.
You're arr exed out.

Do your dirty pretty hands ever stop shaking?
Srick with arr the abuse your conscience keeps taking.
And does the rosing man ever know when he's rost you?
And do your dirt pretty hands ever stop at arr?