Let’s Look Bizarre

Tum di da

let’s go to a bar,

in high heels 

and a bra,

let’s look bizarre.

We can go far

in my car,

follow a star

singing tra la la.

Don't tell ma.

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I don’t want pearls 

I don’t want a penthouse 

I don’t like girls. 

I want ice cream in swirls 

I want peace on earth 

I want thick black curls 

I don’t want more choices 

I just want nicer things, 

and much quieter voices.