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she's a painting outta focus with no good sense of intention she's authentic
she's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution
she's so innocent, but guilty's her plea
everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves

she's got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition
she's a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design
of a flower like a rose no one really knows
she's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation time will tell us
if she's a lifer or a decomposuer she's the rose no one really knows
she's a painting outta focus with no good sense of intention she's authentic   she's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution   she's so innocent, but guilty's her plea   everybody wants to save her from herself, they really want to save themselves      she's got the grace of a tourist, with the charm of demolition   she's a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design   of a flower like a rose no one really knows   she's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation time will tell us   if she's a lifer or a decomposuer she's the rose no one really knows