My mama said that it’s good to be fruitful, but my mama said don’t take more than a mouthful.
My mama said that it’s good to be fruitful, but my mama said don’t take more than a mouthful.
Touch it real good if you want a piece. Party people know I’m that type of freak.
I’m Miss World, watch me break and watch me burn.
I like noise and it’s gotta be loud.
Say, haven’t you noticed? Oh, I ate the lotus.
I thought that I heard you laughing, I thought that I heard you sing, I think I thought I saw you try.
This is it, what? Luchini pouring from the sky.
Meet me at the coffee shop – we can dance like Iggy Pop.
So I said I’m on the roam so I need a car, and I know that I’m getting alive.
Five days you work, one whole day to play. Come on everybody, wear your roller skates today.
Take me in and dry the rain.
I heard you think you’re bulletproof.
You gotta keep ’em separated.
Love in the ’90s is paranoid.
There’s nothing new, no one I want to talk to, nothing I want to think about, I got soul doubt.
You’re nobody’s zero.
Hey little thing, let me light your candle ‘cause mama, I’m sure hard to handle now, gets around.
Right about now, the funk soul brother. Check it out now, the funk soul brother.
What I need is a good defense, ‘cause I’m feeling like a criminal.
From distant star to this here bar, the me, the you, where are we now?
Get out of my way or I might shove.
Open your mouth and close your eyes and let the overlord’s spoon slide deep inside.
Now who can stop the hail when human senses fail – there was never any warning, no escape.
Yo, my words should never fail, shootin’ darts sharper than a carpenters nail.
I’m cool like dat, I’m cool.
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry.
When it all came down on a Saturday night, should I choose a side at 9th and Pine?
And you’re leaving me, yeah you’re leaving me. You’re leaving me with a hated identity.
Too much walking, shoes worn thin. Too much trippin’ and my soul’s worn thin.
You wanna hear about my new obsession? I’m riding high upon a deep depression. I’m only happy when it rains.
She’s just a cosmic girl, from another galaxy.
You’re perfect in the way, a perfect end today.
Bass in your face, not an eight track, gettin’ it good to the wood so the people give you some a dat.
Just say I’m all alone, just say where am I going? Just say the phone rang once today for a wrong number.
I know it’s up for me if you steal my sunshine.
And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb, looking for a little hope.
I’m big and important – one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces for you.
This crowd is tight, tight. Gonna party all night, night.
Wake up in the morning and it’s hard to live.
I will never be satisfied until it ends in tears.
It’s educational.
Gonna get drunk, don’t you have no fear – I want one bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
Volcano girls, we really can’t be beat – warm us up and watch us blow.
You know with love comes strange currencies, and here is my appeal.
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Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, someone good.
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, gimme the mic so I can take it away.
They said it was such a good time for everyone to not get along. And how was everyone so right if only everyone was wrong?
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye. I think I know but I don’t know why. The questions are the answers you might need.
I’m so tired of playing, playing with this bow and arrow. Gonna give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play.