I like baby talking, popcorn without butter. And any boy who will pay attention to these requirements. I'm an optimistic beauty, never impolite. Easy like Saturday, mid-day, breezy, chilled-out, dumb grrl.
When we're together I am alone. Dawdle down the street. Shuffle my feet don't want to go home. There's an antique store, I go inside. All I have on me.
It seemed like days had passed. Are you finished?. I could no longer. Move my arms. . The only thing left in the room. Was the silence. Can you still hear the breaking glass.
When we're together, I am alone. I dawdle down the street, shuffle my feet. Don't wanna go home. . There's an antique store, I go inside. All I got on me is only twenty bucks and my pride.
Falling off of my own skateboard, praying to my almighty lord. Look up and what do I see? Your face smilling down at me. You look my body up and down as I lay there upon the ground,.
I had Cinderella complex with the boys. And ballet class gave me some poise. I've never ever lied to you. Or have anything that's untrue. I constantly search for one true god.
Our love was volatile and weird.. All I thought as I hopped the Grayhound was,. "Get me the fuck outa here.". I ran.... I ran away from you.. Packed my tears and all my fears..
Our love was volatile and weird. All I thought as I hopped the Greyhound was. Get me the fuck outta here. . I ran, I ran away from you. I packed my tears and all my fears.
I'm a junkie, I'm a whore. That's what you always called me. I am raw, an open sore. I ache to remind me. . I'm a weakling, you are strong. Pick me up from where I lay.
Spaceman oh Spaceman. Come rescue me from this. Calling all aliens. Come rescue me. Oho oh haa. . I see your face on television. Almost every day. In magazines and on the big screen.
I picked you up on a gray day the New Jersey turnpike. I'll give you lots of yummy candy if you like. Sophia, your hair is like silk. Sophia, your skin is like milk.
This phallic snowboard beckons my sensuality. The silence of the snowfall is playing with my concentration. These blasted goggles hinder the shading from this god-forsaken run.
Face Down I Woke Up On The Floor Again. Spit it out the words I'll never say again. How can one create the mess I'm in. easy, your happy I'm not violent.
Your car stereo is state of the art,. My ghetto-blaster is fallin' apart.. But, Hey man! Your all show,. You only listen to techno (echo). Scream!. . Your ride goes from 0-60,.
Suck my mouth, suck my pain away. Suck my mouth, suck my pain away. Helplessness, I am hard to stain. Potentially inappropriate. . I am naked before you.
Let me tell ya about the kinda guys that like me. They're in jail, either that, or they are slumming. And walking on the wild side. . I guess you could say I'm just like Jody Watley.