I want to be the leading lady on my own I want to act sophisticated on my own I want to walk across your ocean I want to file you under C, yeah I want
I'm gonna lie No one's home I'm gonna try To be alone I don't want you messing with my family stone Maybe I'm shy Maybe I'm wild My best disguise Is my
She told me her name was Cymbeline I met her at the corner of Church and Queen She was selling lies and other painted things I hardly even noticed when
"Careful in the kitchen", says the man in red He knows exactly where to hang his head Someone's in the bedroom playing with the lamp Love is like her
I got a postcard from a volcano Something 'bout a weather change Looking for a new town Hope to see you soon Sincerely My my things have changed I wrote
Maybe you're waiting Hoping the world will spell it's name In an open minded, whole-hearted way Maybe you're waiting Looking for the widow Who's lost
Drinking curdled milk from a silver cup Watching all the boys waiting for the plan to erupt You can talk all you like when you're down on your luck And
Just a little thought in the head of the one With the sunburnt cheeks and the eyes to the ground Making earwaxed tongue-tied gutter sounds Thinking of
Pretty soon we'll be planting marigolds Pretty soon we'll be trading stories What ever happened to the baby that I used to know I sit here staring as
Meet me in a doorway I'll be painting pictures of gates You were so crazy I was so chaste I don't know what happened to me I don't know I don't want
Little sister Judy says, "Whoa baby whoa What about my reputation?" She cracks a smile turns on the radio It's the Zombies singing you make me feel so
Booker T is playing on the radio Jimmy Dean he plays on my mind Someday soon I'm gonna' wipe your filthy boots When I expose you You Philistine, your
Cali said she saw you walking with a rose in your hand Cali said you weren't walking alone You're about as pretty as the picture of the flowers You drew
There's a penny poised on a whitewashed fence And there's a little black boy praying for his government There's a nervous lady reaching for her place
You and me and Billy Turpine playing by the fire escape You can be the mountains, I will be the wind She will be sin It seems like a long time, swinging
You were in white I was in gray I was doing circles at the foot of your golden mane You were making speeches You were naming names Somewhere in your eye
I got a picture of my friends and me Sitting outside Thistletown Laundry at night That looks like me between the Holly twins Singing hey ho this is your
Did I tell you she's not good for you Did I mention she's not free Can I tell you can I show you I've been waiting on my knees I will be your movie star