Lovely Prisilia

To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left

To the left, to the left
Everything you own in a box to the left
In the closet, that’s my stuff
Yes, if I bought it, please don’t touch (don’t touch)
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La, ra, ra, ra
The smell of your skin
Lingers on me now
You’re probably
On your flight
Back to your hometown
I need some shelter
Of my own protection baby
Be with myself in center
Clarity
Peace, serenity
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Paint my face in your magazines
Make it look whiter than it seems
Paint me over with your dreams
Shove away my ethnicity
Burn every notion that I may have a flame inside to fight
And say just what is on my mind
Without offending your might
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Nothing seems to be the way
That it used to
Everything seems shallow
God give me truth
In me
And tell me somebody is watching
Over me
And that is all I’m praying is that
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Come with me
Stay the night
You say the words but boy it don’t feel right
What do you expect me to say?
You know it’s just too little too late
You take my hand
And you say you’ve changed
But boy you know your begging don’t fool me
Because to you it’s just a game
You know it’s just too little too late
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