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parenthesesonfire:

You’re something specialYou’ve got to know its trueCould have been anything, but it’s right that you’re youYou’re something specialYou’ve got to shout it outIf there are doubts then we will groove it out
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whore-for-couture:

crosstheocean:

iceberg spring 2014

Haute Couture blog :)
Fri, 18th Jul — 323 notes
parenthesesonfire:

You’re something specialWant you to know you areYour makers must have kissed in cosmic dustYou’re something specialYou’ve got to know its trueCould have been anything, but it’s right that you’re youYou’re something specialYou’ve got to shout it outIf there are doubts then we will groove it outYou’re something specialYou are the little fangYou keep on grinningAnd this world keeps naggingAnd if ever starts to feel bad little fangIt’s easy to explain cuz this world’s not tameAnd if it ever starts to feel sad little fangRemember that your gifts are your gameAnd if it ever starts to pour down little fangThe melody sings what the words can’t sayBut they might laugh and they might be scaredOf the one little fang with the trikes in her hairWith the spikes in her hairWith the trikes in her hairHey mrs. creepy headHey mr. fuzzy faceGo mash your teeth againYou’re in the right placeYou’re something specialFull moon you’ll have no doubtJust let the astral music root you outYou’re something specialDon’t hide your wooden faceYou keep on creepin let the night be scaryYou’re something specialWe all will sing your nameEmbrace your darkness never be ashamedYou’re something specialTo be a little fangYou keep on spinningAnd this world keeps nag nag naggingAnd if ever starts to feel bad little fangIt’s easy to explain cuz this world’s not tameAnd if it ever starts to feel sad little fangRemember that your gifts are your gameAnd if it ever starts to pour down little fangThe melody sings what the words can’t sayBut they might laugh and they might be scaredOf the one little fang with the trikes in her hairWith the spikes in her hairWith the trikes in her hairYou’re always crashing into teeth (x8)And if ever starts to feel bad little fangIt’s easy to explain cuz this world’s not tameAnd if it ever starts to feel sad little fangRemember that your gifts are your gameAnd if it ever starts to pour down little fangThe melody sings what the words can’t sayBut they might laugh and they might be scaredOf the one little fang with the trikes in her hairWith the spikes in her hairWith the trikes in her hair
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