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after another with her gun

We stared, and sweated, as the blazing sun

beat down upon the bus, but didn't care...

She wore a costume

that was hardly there

a little piece of fabric round her hips

and covering her breasts

and on her lips some glossy red

and every time she killed

a man, her lips would open

Yes, she spilled their blood

with pleasure, and she wore a flag

the cloth that covered her

was not a rag, it was a symbol

Stars and stripes, l swear

this was a blonde American

they share their women's bodies

with the world, you see

lt's true, they have no shame or modesty

Come on now, lads

it's not all black and white

They may be wrong

but you're not in the right

Where he comes from

the lasses wear the veil

They've got no life

it's like they're in a jain

Too f***ing right!

Some wear those things like beaks

They look like f***ing crows

give me the creeps

Aye... they're oppressed

But what about the vest?

That one up front

all trembling and the rest?

She was a foreigner, therefore a guest

and we were hosts, therefore we were polite

That's all that happened?

What a load of shite

Hi gorgeous

l am feeling fat, what do you think?

Oh darling girl, you're

lovely and you're more...

You will have a stream

of lovers who will adore you

Not just for your eyes and

glossy hair and for you slender body

Don't despair, you are

not fat, but even if you were

You'd still be beautiful

You see! You think l'm huge! l knew it!

l did not interfere that you

were over-large in any way

What your god-mother

is trying to say is this

Grace, there is so much more

to you than your reflection

So much, more to do than

stand and stare, obsessed with...

You are not fat! Don't waste

another breath of yours on that!

But don't you worry about

you? The lines and stuff?

Pursuit of beauty is the rule

They say you mustn't

let it go without a struggle

l will be there with color covering every

hair that's grey and cutting straight away

lf there's a wrinkle, wait and see

l'll do it when l'm twenty-three

- How's school?

- Okay

- What interests you most?

- You mean:
What's fun?

l know you like to boast that

you are a party girl without a brain

l don't believe you grace, now try again

lf you insist

l suppose there's something

l quite like to think about

l find l lie in bed and then

l start to drift and dream

Things are not really as they seem

That's true enough, look closer and

we see that everything is really chemistry

The world is made of sulfur and of tin

of phosphorous and lead and nitrogen

Of mercury, zinc and hydrogen

Of gold and silver and uranium

Of carbon and iron and palladium

Of carbon, potassium, titanium

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