Lyrics:
Mascara

When I get home from work Wanna wrap myself around you I wanna take you and squeeze you Till the passion starts to rise I wanna take you to heaven That

Please clean your plate dear, the Lord above can see you Don't you know people are starving in Korea? Alcohol and razor blades and poison and needles

Hello! Hooray! Let the show begin I've been ready Hello! Hooray! Let the lights grow dim I've been ready Ready as this audience that's coming here to

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me I opened doors for little old ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends 'cause

What a drag it is These gold lame' jeans Is this the coolest way To get though your teens Well, I cut my hair weird I read that it was in I looked like

Who's the queen of the locker room? Who's the cream of the crop? Well Joey took her to the matinee Said, "God, she wouldn't stop" Holy muscle of love

What have I got That makes you want to love me? Now, is it my body or someone I might be Or somethin' inside me? You better tell me, tell me It's really

By john frusciante Transcribed by thatyou There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole In a set design Can you read your name It's been so long

?Quien eres tu? Si te gusto adivina quien soy. Los dos enmascarados indagan en su enamorado preguntamelo asi. Quien eres tu dime luego? que quiero