No Temple

You don't want a girl, you want a recipe
Sex and lipstick mixed in with some docility
You don't wanna listen? Listen when I speak
Cross my legs, bow my head, look at me, I'm pretty meat

Sit like a
Smile like a
Shrink like a girl
Scream like a
Fuck like a
Burn like a girl

You listening now?
Head on the floor
When we're underground?
When you see the war?
Can't you see the war?

Body no temple, it's now a complex
Rent is raising, glass ceiling, snakes in the carpet
If you paint it nice, you're on the market
Better love what they made, Polly pocket

You listening now?
Head on the floor
When we're underground?
When you see the war?
Can't you see the war?

Sit like a
Smile like a
Burn like a girl
How could you say
That it's a free world?
Your loud is passion
My loud is rage
Your pleasure, nature
My pleasure, shame
Even in the garden
She was to blame
Maybe a woman
Just needs to be king

You listening now?
Head on the floor
When we're underground?
When you see the war?
Can't you see the war?