Plastic Surgery
Unveiling Life's Facade: Plastic Surgery in Tequila Sunrise
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That day you said you sent a letter to me, never got it anyway,
Expressing disappointment in not receiving a letter as promised.
Playing that guilt trip game, some are won't to do.
Pointing out manipulative behavior, playing on guilt feelings.
Now I lie awake with tequila sunrise,
Reflecting on sleepless nights with a reference to a tequila sunrise.
Feeling like shit surprise surprise by your lack of impiety.
Feeling terrible due to the expected but disappointing actions of someone lacking empathy.
There's really never been a daydream that didn't leave me smiling
Emphasizing the rarity of positive daydreams, contrasting with the confusion of aging.
And as I get old all I see makes less sense to me.
Expressing the growing difficulty in finding meaning as one ages.
There's really never been a daydream that didn't leave me smiling,
Reiterating the infrequency of positive daydreams.
There's never been a dream a wet dream left me for him.
Highlighting the absence of fulfilling dreams, possibly alluding to unattained desires.
There's something plastic surgery about this thing called a CD,
Suggesting a superficial or artificial quality about CDs and a comparison to plastic surgery.
Something status quo 'bout a rolled up one pound note.
Commenting on the conventional nature of rolled-up one-pound notes.
There's something your big false teeth do say, you never brushed them anyway.
Pointing out neglect or lack of care, using false teeth as a metaphor.
There's something credit note bout the age that you can vote.
Commenting on the artificiality or insincerity associated with the age one can vote.
That day you said you sent a letter to me,
Repeating the disappointment of not receiving a letter and discarding it.
I think I got it but I threw it away.
Possibly acknowledging receiving the letter but choosing to discard it.
Something squeaky clean, oh it makes me.
Expressing discomfort or dissatisfaction with something excessively clean or perfect.
There's really never been a daydream that didn't leave me smiling
Reiterating the rarity of positive daydreams, perhaps emphasizing their fleeting nature.
And as I get old all I see makes less sense to me.
Stating the increasing difficulty in finding coherence or meaning with age.
There's really never been a daydream that didn't leave me smiling.
Reiterating the infrequency of positive daydreams, possibly with a sense of nostalgia.
There's never been a dream, more than a dream left me for him.
Expressing the rarity of dreams transcending mere imagination and becoming reality.
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