Ballet
Eyeliner dances over sight and view,
of the pale and (the rainbow) blue
These roses cover our imperfect smiles,
with a ray (ven's ovation) of light
The time to shock, make me up, make me up!
The time to rise, to the top, to the top!
And move your mirror up, and move your finger down,
and move it all and move yourself to the rhythm
And put your colours on, you're not alone
We're Kabüki, sing along!
Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line
We're the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine
Synthetic velvet raining on my thoughts,
and my legs (are in motion) can talk
Faux leather powered by a real heart,
animating (emotions) art
And move your mirror up, and move your finger down,
and move it all and move yourself to the rhythm
And put your colours on, you're not alone
We're Kabuki, sing along!
Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line
We're the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine
And if you mask your face, I say there's nothing wrong
Follow the jester's way and join us in the sun
If you mask your face, I say there's nothing wrong
Follow the jester's way and join us in the sun
Make me up, make me up
To the top, to the top
Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line
We're the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine
Make me up, make me up
To the top!
of the pale and (the rainbow) blue
These roses cover our imperfect smiles,
with a ray (ven's ovation) of light
The time to shock, make me up, make me up!
The time to rise, to the top, to the top!
And move your mirror up, and move your finger down,
and move it all and move yourself to the rhythm
And put your colours on, you're not alone
We're Kabüki, sing along!
Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line
We're the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine
Synthetic velvet raining on my thoughts,
and my legs (are in motion) can talk
Faux leather powered by a real heart,
animating (emotions) art
And move your mirror up, and move your finger down,
and move it all and move yourself to the rhythm
And put your colours on, you're not alone
We're Kabuki, sing along!
Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line
We're the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine
And if you mask your face, I say there's nothing wrong
Follow the jester's way and join us in the sun
If you mask your face, I say there's nothing wrong
Follow the jester's way and join us in the sun
Make me up, make me up
To the top, to the top
Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line
We're the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine
Make me up, make me up
To the top!
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