You’re such a poet
I wish I could be Wesley Willis
My words would flow like honey
Sweet and laid on thick
You’re so edgy
You don’t even need a rhyming dictionary
I wipe my hands on your jeans
’Cause they are more distressed
You think I’m pretty without any make-up on
You think I’m funny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down
Before you met me, I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you’ll be my valentine, valentine
I felt it
The wire touched my neck and
Then someone pulled it tighter
I never saw it coming
I started to black out and
Then someone said good morning
I took it as a warning
I should have seen it coming
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you PMS
Like a bitch, I would know
And you overthink
Always speak cryptically
I should know
That you’re no good for me
The weight of my words
Are like feathers from a bird
My mouth, it moves
But you won’t hear a thing
’Cause I’ve dug myself deep
I managed to fit both my hands and feet
All my little white lies
Smell like a big old bucket of bleach
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep?
Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you
’Cause there’s a spark in you?
Red One
Pixie
All My Friend’s Are Going Out
But I’ve Thinking
Maybe I Better Stay In Bed
The Celings Spinin Around
Like I’ve Been Drinking
I’ve Got This Banging In My Head
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This is beat is so funny
We made it with their money
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
(Fancy, fancy, you’re so fancy)
Yeah, you’re so fancy
See that girl, watch her go
Red high heels and pretty toes
Silly puddy, jungle moves
Lady’s got a killer groove
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Red one, Heidi
Oh, oh, la, la, la
We love designer
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Light me up put me on top, let’s
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la
Light me up put me on top, let’s
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la
Tonight I will return
all the fame and riches earned,
with you I’d watch them all be burned
You’ve gotta a lotta lotta nerve
Coming here when I’m still with him
And I can’t have you, it isn’t fair
Born March of ’86, my birthday’s coming
And if I had one wish, yeah, you’d be it
I just sit here waiting for you to call
Then I wonder if you’re even calling at all
So many thought go through my mind
Wish you can be here all the time
Cause I’m lost wihout you and I can’t just doubt you
And there’s everything about you, I just live without you
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