Lips t*** Hips Lyrics

I got tired of that same old face
So I quit looking into the mirror
Such a sight
Here's a brand new girl with eyes
That are clearer
The older model never saw things
Quite right
Lips t*** hips
Right down to the fingertips
Ten shades of beautiful
For every disorder
Lips t*** hips
Right down to the fingertips
Just a hint of my misfortune
My make-over commence
Candy coated lips can
Coach me right along
No mess no fuss
Perfectly natch
I hope I learn what makes
Me look at things all wrong
I'd say she's a man's girl
Translucent with a bit of shine
I'd say she's a bad idea
Conditions as it deadens your mind