bored High heels make me really tall, But I can't walk But they still clap like they want more Switch up to a tight fitted T And some high top kicks in pink
often rare/But if you're talking tactful/You're talking dyed pink hair/And she's not afraid if anything/And she won't get old and boring/And I don't
your tragic beauty walk beneath my window. Eyes aimed high, but unfocused . . . . sure, you never noticed me. You always wore the same dress; always bore
long.. too long.. too long... And you say you understand me when I hardly know myself. So much talk so many theories - it's really such a bore for me
her string out slowly and she'll sing all thru the night, sing forever - really clever! Frying tonight in the dolls house but mommys getting bored; she
old forgotten songs his father taught him, rolls on the floor. He rolls in alcoves, gets caught in waterfalls down rotting walls. (He's bored.) My friends
made him feel so good. He thought he'd like to have it as a home. People never spoke to him. Ignored, deplored, he got so bored. He ran away and bought
time. Another home! Just you and me; a few well-chosen friends because we need them. It's so lonely caged in eden eating apples only cause we're so damn bored
the role of the spokesman. Script prepared - took a week to write... how their house was an eyesore, kid was an outlaw, wife was a whore who bored the
tablet they sent in the post, with a pamphlet. With an order; "Take this when the pain gets too much!" I confess I feel nothing at all . . . I'm bored
ve ever known Can't live for tomorrow Tomorrow's much too long I'll burn my eyes out Before I get out I wanted more Than life could ever grant me Bored
by my Cadillac From the corner of my eye, I saw you and you laughed You were sittin' on the swing on your front porch Paintin' your nails like you were bored
You play the game I?ll masturbate and sing a lullaby You run the race, I?ll pay the miles You sing the pink love fuzz And dance the musty queer I?ll stay
[WOLF] Good day, young lady. [LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD] Good day, Mr. Wolf. [WOLF] Mmmh... Unhh... Look at that flesh, Pink and plump. Hello, little
I got red eyes and one of them's lazy and they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy I'm albino man, I know I'm pink and pale And I'm hairy
think the heaven's touched the earth then Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse But I don't confide wine and water chose me Bored, lasso down Polaris,
babies La da da da daa Militant mothers hiding in the basement Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink
've ever known Can't live for tomorrow Tomorrow's much too long I'll burn my eyes out before I get out I wanted more Than life could ever grant me Bored