"Vanity Sick" lyrics - ATMOSPHERE

So she's a stone, cold, playa
Whatever old school cliche you wanna label the flavor
And when they see her at the festivities
Best believe, yes indeed, she gets the lead
No surprise it threw you off
From the hair-due, down to the boots 'n' socks
And it's okay that she blew you off
'Cause a pony like that gots too much hop
Soft smile, but sips a stiff one
Way ahead of the competition, no opposition
Are you kiddin' stop the wishin'
These other flops ain't gotta pot to piss in
Now tonight, this is all you
All these Neanderthals wanna ball you
Half of 'em would die just to call you
'Cause they confined behind the wall too
Lets toast to the beautiful people
The ones that made you, afraid to be you
The ones that trained you, to hate your shell
The ones that sold you, your favorite self
I don't judge what she's made of
I never me that woman underneath that make-up
Too insecure to let you in that door
What you see is what you get, gotta protect the core
So difficult not to invest, just my type, overripe 'n' intense
So concerned with coverin' the flaws
I'm surprised she doesn't expect applause
And each drink tastes so bitter sweet
When that jukebox just seems to hit repeat
It's best to keep the interest discreet
With a hand shake, maybe let her kiss the cheek
We think she can get a little thicker
She keeps shrinkin' to get a little figure
That smile is a warning sticker
I'm unavailable to play with your vanity sister...