Marshall McLean: songs and lyrics

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Vanity is the youngest daughter of pride, but still pride none the less. Vanity hangs off the looks of everyone, waiting for approval, while pride tells others what to think and what to approve. I've found my life to be vasilating between these two extremes. there are no saving words for Vanity, no saving formula, no saving truth. just to be truly humbled.

Vanity's a girl on our block, and everyone knows her, but more than just to be known, she wants to be preferred. well done prettiest girl with blinking brown eyes, but vanity has anyone told you, your father is pride.
so don't wait up on my words, i can't give you the ones that you need, but darling if you must have something, i can give you a gospel that bleeds, but I don't think my hands can save you...sweet vanity.
she walks slowly through hallways of infinite mirrors, she hangs off the looks of the people, that pass by through here, she flies and she flutters along on all crooked courses, she married both heaven and hell and quikly divorces.