vindicated lipstick, i want another stain. mark up all the sound from the cellophane games. prod around in Prada, and show off what you got. covering up the uncoverable, we see your spots. crawling for seduction, seducing on the floor, waiting for the washed up glitter to soil all your soul. distractions, distract me, I want something more, throw away the stop signs - what the hell do we need them for. turning everything upside, we want to see the grit, smiling wide with all our teeth harboring a fit, scratching for attention, retaining all the 'ttention.