I’ve been pro-vanity since I was ten.
I picture altars in past the shutters-den
Baby bottle didn’t choke
there were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip smacker and I got off
Marry money, have a child, keep it pretty ugly as you eat sushi and
drink cocktails.

And I’m sick of your smile
And I’m sick of your cake
And I’m sick of your meaningless blather
And I’m sick of your hair
And I wish it weren’t there
Maybe some night i’ll visit you sleeping

There is no place I would rather be killed
Than in my own backyard
On my own propane grill
And lolly didn't stop the little melancholy absence and I felt high so I
ripped it off
Many prizes can reward a child for good behavior
But you should be wary of those that involve drugs

And I'm sick when I breathe

And I wish you would leave
At the very least have an abortion
I don’t mean to damn life
I just don't think it’s right
For a woman to breed for attention

I’ve been pro-vanity since I could know
No one will ever care to see what I don’t show
And momma didn’t lock and load it
Secretly we see
Could see a letter and withstood the shock
Oh my daddy felt I knew and consequently
Took control and took over the hope that was you

And I’m sick of myself
And I wish you could help
If you want to you can pull out the ladder
Oh, and it sounds so indulgent
Amazing i’ve managed
To keep you engaged for just four f*cking minutes
And maybe you’d be happy
To be provanity

Provanity Lyrics

AMANDA PALMER