im naturally a good girl .
i mean, im no angel ... but i keep a
spare halo in my coach slingpurse .
but see, heaven & heathen are juxtaposed by a thinly line drawn in sand of lies & hickies .
i grew up in the church . did the singing solos , did the praise dancing, worked with the youth .
but as much as i fill myself with the pixie dust, lillies, and cotton candy ...
some of my hellz bellz slips out the back .
cracked diamonds, glossy pearls, pincurls, shades, & chanel bags .
consuming like crack turn us into hags .
my wings got tangled in my high heel laces and i cant seem to fly.
often conflicted with the mascara, lacy undergarments & neckbiting .
late nights, street lights, hair in a mess with my lipgloss sticky .
california is so similar to the videos that its hard to discrimate between whats what .
let alone whats right & whats wrong . how can u tell if you cant even identify the indentity ?
between the material & the real ... something has to stand out righ ?