4 September 2012
Well she had a face like a slapped arse She never smiles even when asked Cautious of the cracks under her painted on mask She's never happy cos her youth won't last
Oh she's a disaster No frown and no laughter No lines upon her face Disguised and in disgrace
A picture paints a thousand words She is a picture that's too absurd She's built her foundations in concrete grey Her eyes shadow what the magazines say
Oh she's a disaster No frown and no laughter No lines upon her face Disguised and in disgrace
Her fashions new but tight on skin Hiding the streaks from the bottled tan she's covered in Her hair is fresh and flaps in the breeze Exposing the scars around her ears and cheeks
Oh she's a disaster No frown and no laughter No lines upon her face Disguised and in disgrace
From head to toe in leather like a gimp Obeying her master who is her pimp She's over the hill for sure Left to cover more bruises on the floor
Oh she's a disaster No frown and no laughter No lines upon her face Disguised and in disgrace
She's A Disaster • Opuss № I