Myself With No Filter
Myself With No Filter
Myself with no filter is a scary thing
Where is all the wonderful bling?
Myself with no filter is a awful thing
No such face would attract a king
Myself with no filter is a confusing thing
Almost as if I got a bee sting
Myself with no filter is now a funny thing
All that time and it was not me
Myself with no filter is now a good thing
The camera was facing my fat cat Ling
I now know myself with no filter is a beautiful thing
And I can carry on with my life with the energy of a box spring
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