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Midnight Lipstick Rebellion
Hard Rock

Midnight Lipstick Rebellion

Colin SimpsonColin Simpson
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Style: Bright upbeat 1980s Glam-metal, hard rock, 144 bpm, major key, crunchy distorted stop/start guitar riffs, huge live drums, swaggering sexy female vocals, huge anthemic sing-along chorus with tightly-layered backing vocals, happy energetic party-rock feel, playful sleazy attitude, melodic bass, Fun cheeky celebratory energy.
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Never wanted to be a flatchested girl

That's no kind of way to live in this world

It's the same old story in every town and city

Life is more fun when you got big fake titties

I want em high, firm, fake and bigger than my head

I want the kind of tits that leave my bra in shreds

I want to be the girl with two thousand ccs

I want a gallon of implants in front of me

Now truly epic tits don't happen by chance

It's not every girl can handle giant implants

I want a lot more tit than can fit in your hand

I wanna be a girl with huge tracts of land

I want em high, firm, fake and bigger than my head

I want the kind of tits that leave my bra in shreds

I want to be the girl with three thousand ccs

I want two gallons of implants in front of me

I want tits that are too big for a coach-class seat

I want a cleavage that's measured in square feet

You'll find that it's impossible to ignore me

When my tits come in the room half a minute before me

I want tits so big that they're the main attraction

Tits that are weapons of mass distraction

They say I should slow down, but I say "Floor it"

I want tits that can pull the moon out of orbit

I want tits so big no one can resist 'em

I want cleavage that has its own weather system

I want tits so big they'll turn a straight girl queer

I want a bra built by a civil engineer

I want em high, firm, fake and bigger than my head

I want the kind of tits that make traffic stop dead

I want to be the girl with twelve thousand ccs

I want an ocean of implants in front of me

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