I see myself with my big hair or either my mohawk.
Riding in my hot pink monster truck with bling'd out cell phone in hand
Blasting some Nicki Minaj or Pink,while sippin' on a sour apple freezy
Adjusting my lip gloss around my lip ring.
Carefree,with no worries...but where am i going?
I throw on my powder pink rhinestone glasses,and cut the music up
Kelis "Accapella" drowns out any thoughts of day or tomorrow's troubles.
I seek to find a place in the world for myself
Tattoo'd and pierced,frowned apon by many
Accepted by the underdogs of world,the Martians of world
The ones just like me,seeking to find a place of their own.
I hail from a city that changes like the magical mazes in Harry Porter movie
Constantly staying in the moment of city's thriving stream of fashion,music and nightlife.
Nowing the movers and shakers, and who you want be and where you need to be
It isn't hard to determine
I am apart of the young fashion world
cool,like T. Taylor
out the box,like Gaga
personality,like Minaj
colorful mind,like Kelis
mysterious,like Rihanna
Coming into my own,and i want to take you with me
I reach out my hand,to help you in the truck and i turn to you.....
are you ready for this journey in my pink monster truck?
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