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My Own World

 My Own World


Please, cease immediately to the extreme world where we live

Tonight´s the only chance we got to see the world as we think.

Welcome to my own world…


I like Vivienne Westwood

I like spikes in colors

Baby, I see myself in you

Even with my eyes closed


My intimidation

Scared every nation

When I see myself in you

I can’t resist this mood


Baby, fit me in this dress you know I´m the queen (the queen you wanna see)

Baby, as long as we have the world to live I can see (eternity)


I-I-I I’m living on the edge

I’m not much into breaks


I-I-I I speak my voice so loudly

You will never speak…

Welcome to my own world


Welcome to my own world


I know you won’t resist my edgy feels

Welcome to my own world

I like fancy shoes 

Even if they don´t fit

I like crowns with ashes

Patches make me wanna see.


I’m in the clouds now

Wearing my tiara

When I move my skirt flows

I’m good at faking tears


Baby, cinch me to the point I can´t feel my breathe (tighter and tighter, please)

Baby, cover my belt with matching fabric (we are on a magazine)


I-I-I I’m living on the edge

I´m not much into breaks


I-I-I I cry before I speak

And crash my big earrings

Welcome to my own world


Welcome to my own world 


I know you won´t resist my edgy feels

Welcome to my own world


Create in me a new world

My silhouette is all yours

In the end, I have no soul

So if it’s tied then let’s go


Welcome to my own world.



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