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Give me a smart book, I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
Show me the dust in the hallway, I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
DJ Deagle

Good morning, Mister Gatoah

I’m a phenomenon, I’m a ten out of ten
Geometrically perfect, like a LEGO face
I’ve got the YouTuber look, straight out of the book and printed
Every day I devour a new beauty product
I protect myself by never reading price tags
They tolerate no negative female images
And they tolerate no wrinkles

Michael Jackson style, I have to keep up
So I put on even more layers
Who wants honest skin anyway?
My favorite raw material: Botox
I win all the awards, they call me an airhead
Hey yo, mirror, mirror in my phone, tell me: Am I the king?
The mirror hesitates shyly, then starts to sing

You’re beautiful, but that’s not your doing
Can’t read, can’t write, can’t do anything else
You’re beautiful, but that’s not your doing
You can’t even help it, that’s not your doing

In spring the little rose thinks: “Those who won’t suffer can’t be beautiful.”

I don’t understand
Even though I try so hard, every luxury fashion fair compliments me
Beautiful user interface! And they give me an offer that sparks joy
99 percent reduced to my appearance
I have to fit into the clothes; if I’m hungry, I get boiled laundry

Some people wear the same scrap rags every day
I wear something different daily: metabolism
Don’t ask how old the people sewing my clothes are
On a scale from one to ten
Well, clothes make the man, but the people who make the clothes
Still can’t afford designer jackets today
I digress – mirror in my phone: “Am I the king?”
(Come on) the mirror hesitates shyly, then starts to sing

You’re beautiful, but that’s not your doing
Can’t read, can’t write, can’t do anything else
You’re beautiful, but that’s not your doing
You can’t even help it, that’s not your doing

In spring the little rose thinks: “Those who won’t suffer can’t be beautiful.”

I must have misheard, excuse me?

You’re beautiful, but that’s not your doing
Can’t read, can’t write, can’t do anything else
You’re beautiful, but that’s not your doing
You can’t even help it, that’s not your doing

In spring the little rose thinks: “Those who won’t suffer can’t be beautiful.”

Give me a smart book, I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
Show me the dust in the hallway, I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
Give me a smart book, I close my eyes
Beauty sleep

(Clothes make the man, but the people who make the clothes)
(Still can’t afford designer jackets today)
Show me the dust in the hallway, I close my eyes
Beauty sleep
(Clothes make the man, but the people who make the clothes)
(Still can’t afford designer jackets today)


What is the song that made you feel good as a teenager? (In your language)