Feel like i landed on another planet Of clones with gym tits as hard as granite Body fascists rule this land Where can i find a flat-chested man? Feel out place and so alone Amidst the hairspray and cologne Attitude cuts you like a knife Ken dolls on steroids come to life In the fluffy city The santa monica boulevard scene Poodle hair and sausage jeans The "international male" store The mannequins and customers are interchangeable Makes me want to get a revolver*
The whole place puts me in a rage* In a town full of out of work actors The whole world truly is a stage In the fluffy city Met a guy, what a joke He touched his hair and it broke Conversation was a strain He crossed his legs and crushed his brain Teal tank tops everywhere Cigarette smoke choking the air Underneath they might be deep But i have met so many creeps In the fluffy city (* two appalling clubs in west hollywood)
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