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Couch
04:32
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I get bored too easily
There goes my baby with the bathwater
And last night's beer, that made me seem sincere
Though I don't have much to offer
Because I put all my eggs in the blue milk crate
Basket on the back of my bike
And I get drunk to be brave enough
To get you to stay the night
I get too scared to ever slow down
I get too high to ever get the low down
I get scared too easily
There goes your baby out the back door
I left cement in your head, intent in your bed
Your dignity dead and my skirt on your floor
But the truth is that I'm gonna just head home
I'm gonna get real sad, I'm gonna get real stoned
I'll forget it, regret it, resent it
And leave it alone
I get too scared to ever slow down
I get too high to ever get the low down
But honey why ya bummin' me out?
I just wanted to make out on your couch
Honey, whatcha talkin' about?
I just wanna get it on on your couch
I get bored too easily
There goes my baby with the bathwater
And last night's beer that made me seem sincere
Though I don't have much to offer
Because I put all my eggs in the blue milk crate
Basket on the back of my bike
And I get drunk to be brave enough
To get you to stay the night
But honey why ya bummin' me out?
I just wanted to make out on your couch
Honey, whatcha talkin' about?
I just wanna get it on on your couch
But honey why ya bummin' me out?
I just wanted to make out on your couch
Honey, whatcha talkin' about?
I just wanna get it on on your couch
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2. |
Flaky Girl
04:30
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Flaky girl, you're an enigma to me
But I'd still take you out for free
And Flaky girl, you frustrate me
I never get the chance to see
What you do inside your room
But you come out looking clean
You say that you're sad but you
Never show it
You say that you're shy but you'd
never know it
Flaky girl you're an enigma to me
Yeah I'm a flaky girl, I got so much you can't see
Lazy girl, you owe it to me
I depend on you to fan the fleas
I never knew inside your room
But you come out feeling free
You say that you're sad but you
Never show it
You say that you're shy but you'd
never know it
Flaky girl you're an enigma to me
Yeah I'm a flaky girl, I got so much you can't see
You say that you're sad but you
Never show it
You say that you're shy but you'd
never know it
Flaky girl you're an enigma to me
Yeah I'm a flaky girl, I got so much you can't see
Flaky girl, just do your dance
Flaky girl, just make me laugh
Flaky girl, that's what you're for
A flaky girl, and not much more
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3. |
Intimacy Issues
06:08
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Your nurture feels like murder
And I can’t die today
I’m running, always running
From what tries to make me stay
Don't you try to love me too hard, or too much
Cuz when you try to touch me, I’ll freeze the fuck up
And I’ve been my own lover for a such long time
I don’t need you trying to figure me out
Don’t want to be with you,
I just want to bewitch you
I don’t want to be
Just want to be bewitch you,
I don’t want to be with you,
I don't.
Your shit is in my room now,
It's eating me alive
These physical manifestations of
ideals I tried to hide
Now you’re writing me poetry,
Like you've known me
Since I was six years old
But I’m elusive at best,
So boy, give it a rest
Cuz I’ve grown so remarkably cold
Don’t want to be with you,
I just want to bewitch you
I don't want to be
Just want to be bewitch you,
I don’t want to be with you,
I don't
My baby says I have got some intimacy issues,
But maybe I couldn’t stand to
kick it with you
My baby says I've got some intimacy issues
But maybe I just can’t afford to miss you, to kiss you
My baby says I’ve got intimacy issues,
But maybe I couldn’t stand
to kick it with you
My says I have got intimacy issues
But maybe I just can’t afford to miss you, to kiss you
Don’t want to be with you,
I just want to bewitch you
I don't want to be
Just want to be bewitch you,
I don’t want to be with you,
I don't
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4. |
Polly Pocket Pussy (PPP)
04:22
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I think the right answers get you harder than a handjob
you seem to like it cuz I'm always on hand
Nothing seems to get you quite like a write off
We both know that we hate a good plan
And nothing gets you hotter than ambiguity
You're in and outta me and it's like you never knew me
I'm not, I'm not your Polly Pocket Pussy
I'm not the breakfast that you never cooked me
I'm not the busses that you pushed me under
You make me cry, you make me cum, and then you run to mother
And you never say much
Always leave it up to me
But you still hit me up
Every Thursday if I'm free
And I don't know why I do it, that's bullshit cuz I do
Cuz I'm horny and I hate myself
And I know you hate me too
Do I do it to try to prove to you that you can grow to love me?
When I'm feeling bad and on my back
At least I'm feeling something
I'm not, I'm not your Polly Pocket Pussy
I'm not the breakfast that you never cooked me
I'm not the busses that you pushed me under
You make me cry, you make me cum, and then you run to mother
Lately I've been leaving first
You only ever make me worse
The point is that it fucking hurts
You fuck me like I'm fucking dirt
Lately I've been leaving first
You only ever make me worse
The point is that it fucking hurts
You fuck me like I'm fucking dirt
(Because I'm just a body,
I'm not somebody
And I know what you're trying to do
And a fast one is fun,
but buddy I'm done
I won't be another
Cool girl you screw)
I'm not, I'm not your Polly Pocket Pussy
I'm not the breakfast that you never cooked me
I'm not the busses that you pushed me under
You make me cry you make me cum and then you run to mother
I'm not....I'm not.... I'm not....
Your Polly Pocket Pussy
I'm not....I'm not.... I'm not....
Your Polly Pocket Pussy
I'm not....I'm not....I'm not
God bless
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5. |
Sad
04:42
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I'm not allowed to be sad
Cuz for you it's no fun
To see me lulling around
You'd rather be with someone
Who never seems to get mad
Who holds her liquor quite well
And doesn't end up lying on a bed
Screaming in her head
So forgive me for what I've done
But I'd rather let it out
Than let you shove me back in
You patronize me and define me
Like I'm your next patient
Chalk it up to your labels and quick fixes
Belittle me until I give in
You're making me feel bad about feeling bad
I'm not allowed to be sad
I'm not supposed to react
I gotta keep it in check
Smile on and tongue in
There's no time to deflect
All the woes that are me
How I'm all over the place
And God fucking forbid
You'd ever have to take it face to face
But I'd rather let it out
Than let you shove me back in
You patronize me and define me
Like I'm your next patient
Chalk it up to your labels and quick fixes
Belittle me until I give in
You're making me feel bad about feeling bad
I'm not allowed to be sad
But I'd rather let it out
Than let you shove me back in
You patronize me and define me
like I'm some next patient
Chalk it up to your labels and quick fixes
Belittle me until I give in
You're making me feel bad
About feeling bad
I'm not allowed to be sad
I'm not allowed to be sad
I'm not allowed to be sad
But I'd rather let it out
Than let you shove me back in
You patronize me and define me
Like I'm your next patient
I'm not allowed to be sad
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