When I m getting ready to come to you...

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When I'm getting ready to come to you,
I'm packing only mini skirts,
Fishnet tights and white cotton panties.
Who should I be to make you love me?
Slim down, bleach my hair,
Lose myself in the mirror’s gaze?
I’ll do it all,
Just give me what I crave.

Screw the rules,
It’s not on your conscience.
Don’t preach the truth to me —
We were never meant for something deep.
We both start from betrayal,
Though you only see the traitor in me.
But I won’t drown, won’t poison myself, won’t disappear.
I’m no one from tragic novels.

Just let yourself give me
What I so desperately want.
When I’m desperate, I can do anything.
Doesn't it burn your desire?
You and I, we’re fucked-up art.
Don’t try to teach me kindness,
My innocence is long gone,
A shadow you worship in vain.
Being your angel is harder than I thought.
You know how it makes me feel
When you treat me like a sinner, like a whore
"She is so small, it's forbidden," you said.
I can play that, you can be bad,
You can be even my dad, if you want
With no disapproval, no censor

Try not to break me,
But try to love harder.
I’m craving your pain
When I decide to leave.
When I'll grow up like Lolita does