Smoke And Mirrors

[Sage Francis]I am..More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricksTo hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lipsI use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remixAnd you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helixCuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea sickMy ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shitThe beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person thereI'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevereHaven't been to church in years, right now that's the settingI couldn't think of a better place to cover my face and have a weddingIt's upsetting how plastic my mask is gettingIt's melting and releasing toxic fumesCovered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumesCartoon versions of myself get drawn outAfter that occurs, time gets consumedI'm in the dressing room with the caricaturesUntil my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicuresMan, if your not damn sure of whether or notto pop the question I'll let you in on the answer..Think of sex in a camper...A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancerSmoke and MirrorsSo sophisticatedSo coolI AM..An illusion specialist turning tricks who could never dissThe one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed withBreakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle litI squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fitI can't just sit I need to MOVE and power walk, because Oprah said itAnd I won't forget it, she does it during the opening creditsI'm so syntheticI like the smell of coke, get it? I powder my nosePower to hoes who pound on a hose while playing in a pound of snowI'm getting snow plowed, I KNOWIt's time to fuck a guy nowI just applied blush and look surprisedbut it's the way I plucked my eyebrowsTime out, I'm in a tanning booth... reading Danielle SteelAnd I'm planting banana peels beneath every damn man's heelWaiting for them to fall for my sad trick I stop, drop and kneelWith a little touch of magic, I'll let David cop a feelI'm not real, but I've got FEELINGS...except in my nipples because of the breast implantsTo have my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in pantsA club hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle creamSipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't like the smell of nicotineSmoke and MirrorsSo sophisticatedSo coolI AM..Dirtyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy