I’ve been pro-vanity since I was ten.    I picture altars and then I shut em down? [shattered em’]?    Baby bottle didn’t choke (?) There were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip smacker and I got off    Marry money have a child, keep it pretty ugly as you eat sushi and drink cocktails.       And I’m sick of your smile    And I’m sick of your cake    And I’m sick of your meaningless blather    And I’m sick of your hair    And I wish it weren’t there    Maybe some night i’ll visit you sleeping       There is no place I would rather be killed    Than in my own backyard    On my own propane grill    And lolly didn't stop the little melancholy absence and I felt high so I ripped it off    Money prices an unborn child it would be hated(?)    But you should be wary of those thirty fall drops       And I'm sick when I breathe    And I wish you would leave    At the very least have an abortion    I don’t mean to damn like it    I don’t think it’s right    For a woman to breed for attention       I’ve been pro-vanity since I could know    No one will ever care to see what I don’t show    And momma didn’t lock and load it    Singley [secretly we see]?   Could see ??? for a letter and withstood the shock    Oh my daddy felt I knew and consequently    Took control (?) And took over the hope that was you       And I’m sick of myself    And I wish you could help    If you want to you can pull out the ladder    Oh, and it sounds self-indulgent    Amazing i’ve managed    To keep you engaged for just four fucking minutes    And maybe you’d be happy to be pro-vanity