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Rain coming down on my windowpane, and I don't mind
Rain coming down on my windowpane, and I don't mind
And a million umbrellas...
Well I admit, I tell white lies
And I admit, I dramatize everything hat I do
Well, I admit, I am headstrong
And I admit,...
Softly, gently, I will let you down
Cause I don't love you in the same way now
I can hold you but not with lover's arms...
Holding back cause there's nowhere to go
Hearing things that I don't want to know
But the rumour flies high, somehow it seems...
I saw the river today and it made me feel okay,
But I never ever had a lot to say,
Reading a book take a look at a boat go...
Vanessa's father, he liked to be alone
Creating works of art, which he'd paint in a cottage made of stone
One day I crept...
You and I moving in the dark
Bodies close but souls apart
Shadowed smiles and secrets unrevealed
I need to know the way...
I got soul, I got touch
Sometimes I maybe got way too much
I got nothing left to lose
I got soil, I got seed
Tears, money, honey on my bread
Sugar on my pillow, songs in my head
Head to the church, I love to repent
Say what I...
Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin
We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege
I buzzed my killer...
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Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin
We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege
I buzzed my killer in
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
Super sex on water skis
Iced decaf and mocchaccino
And a hooker by the grinder please
Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand
Angel, waffle, women are weird
Tighten up your tail
Throw her on the linoleum and
Harpoon her like a whale
Dad's on drugs, British sex
A rollicking good time
Trust fund kids, when men are pigs
Just cook that little swine
Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand
Missionary position, politician
Young girls in the world's oldest profession
Beauty, health, fashion, food
And the books and sex and art and news
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand
Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand
Magazine,
Rip it up and just throw it away
Rip it up and just throw it away
Rip it up and just throw it away
Magazine, still stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand
[Thanks to twobees2000@earthlink.net for these lyrics]
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