Atmosphere - Vanity Sick lyrics

* only available on iTunes [Slug] So vanity sick You're so, so vanity sick So vanity sick, you're so.. So, she's a stone cold player Whatever old school cliche you want to 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-do down to the boots and socks And it's okay that she blew you off Because a pony like that's got 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 got a pot to piss in Not tonight, this is all you All these Neanderthals wanna ball you Half of 'em would die just to call you Cause they're confined behind the wall, too Let's 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 met the 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 over ripe and intense So concerned with covering the flaws I'm surprised that she doesn't expect applause And each drink tastes so bittersweet When that juke box just seems to hit repeat It's best to keep the interest discrete With a handshake, maybe let her kiss the cheek We think she could get a little thicker She keeps shrinking to get a little figure That smile is a warning sticker I'm unavailable to play with your vanity sister So vanity sick You're so, so vanity sick So vanity sick, you're so So, so.. So vanity sick So...