Come here, come here if you wanna be famous What does it feel like? I know, I know that the money won't change us I just want to be like you I wanna
Give me a smile Just a little taste You're the only thing I ever wanted Please can I touch, touch your pretty face? Whatever it takes to get this started
I'm missing you so much Maybe I haven't fallen out of love But it's time to live kinda selfishly Little by little I feed my need This is what I used
and played until it's all played out Sucker MC's come to my house They want a contract, get signed up But like toys they need a good wind-up Then the other
all the toys to come He told them all a good game to play Next day The teddy bears and wind-up toys Together made a lot of noise The other side formed
straight out weight it I lock my area down you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never catch me unpack without them plastic toys
your fancy? Big time skills or small penny Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak
airplane glue! There's a hungry plastic troll, To scarf yo buddy's arm! There's a box of ugly plastic things marked: "UNCLE BERNIE'S FARM" There's a little plastic
glue! There's a hungry plastic troll, To scarf yo buddy's arm! There's a box of ugly plastic things marked: "uncle bernie's farm" There's
in aluminum Spitting decisions to the core As everyone dances in the fast lane chorus With all that's fake, there's sense to make From toys that
were merely toys And 'War' was just a game that he was playing With plastic guns like other little boys And everyday when play was over He'd put his little toys
simulated thunderbolts! You are all = powerful among the other toys, modeled and painted and fiercely employed = with lording over all the plastic action
and straight out weight it I lock my area down - you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never catch me (??) without them plastic toys
Frankie Dominguez works down at the plastics factory, Puttin' together little toys for ungrateful shits. He overhears some talk about a new girl on the
case of airplane glue A hungry plastic troll To scarf yo buddy's arm A box of ugly plastic things marked: Uncle Bernie's Farm! There's a little plastic
gleeful method seems fitting To spread havoc and disharmony Dispensation of carrion embellished In a delightfully mirthful way The disposal of my spent toys
Her thoughts keep wandering to his childhood, When all his hand grenades were merely toys. And "war" was just a game that he was playing With plastic guns like other
