SINGER, beau flandres

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PANTY & STOCKING W/ GARTERBELT[break]

[b]STOCKING[/b] - beau flandres

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light eyes, light hearts, light smiles, but wait. the glass is smudged, wipe away the smudge and the image changes. [break][break]



what are you now, young child? [break][break]



restless, roaring, ready. (ready, ready, ready, ready, ready, father i'm ready. i can do it. he passes you the microphone, you sing your song and he's in shock. you're not a boy, but you are blessed). [break][break]



bright lights, bright stages, bright fans with bright smiles who yell your name. young fame is good fame, your fanbase will grow with you when you're ten. (i don't think you're ready, can you even write songs? i'm ready, and i don't need too. after all, you have people for that, right). [break][break]



your words are not creative, soulful or deep, but they capture your young audience and are clean enough for the parents to tune out without worry. [break][break]



your music doesn't grow with your age. [break][break]



(you're a flandres, sing about something important, sing with passion! why autotune your god-given voice? you're abusing your privilege. no i'm not, daddy let's me do what i want as long as i bring in money. what does it matter? because you could be so much more).[break][break]



get boys, get drunk, get fucked, your audience is now twenty-one plus and going to clubs. you appeal. your words are not clean anymore, but they are not creative, soulful or deep either. beats put-together, words strung hastily together, featuring artists attained threatened through your daddy. [break][break]



dim eyes, tainted hearts, fake smiles, ah yes, this is your real future.

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