Lirieke: Helmet. Aftertaste. Diet Aftertaste.

You're everything you want to be
Accomplished, gracious and great company
It makes perfect sense, you're never hated
But then, appearances are overrated

You speak the language everyone knows
You take over when the conversation slows
Another self made luminary
Or maybe just the fuckin' tooth fairy

Well I'd send that brain you ration
To feed the smallest starving nation
But diet aftertaste is rude
And I can't digest a single word

Well I'd send that brain you ration
To feed the smallest starving nation
But diet aftertaste is rude
And I can't digest a single word