Moody Girl Lyrics - Singles - Circe Link

Moody girl, in a whirl, your life is like a Pollack mural 

Such a teen, drama queen, everything is so obscene 

Always standing in the down pour 

Pretty mouth wide open drowning 

Tiny feet that spin in circles 

Bruise the world and leave a purple 

Moody girl, in a whirl, carving hearts in knotted burl 

Silly dame, what a shame, cant you see youre to blame? 

Always telling others secrets 

But you never seem to spill yours 

Wonder who the rules were made for 

Not for you cause because the games called 

Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl 

Lipstick, perfume, stains upon your dress 

Broken teacups, shinning in the mess 

No one told you life could be so bland 

You make the best of what you have 

I can see why youre a 

Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl 

Lilting eyelash, crocodile tears 

Knee jerk passion practiced all the years 

No one told you life could be so bland 

You make the worst of what you have 

No surprise that youre a 

Moody girl, in a whirl, clutching at dime-store pearls 

How bout that spoiled brat? Always thought youd laugh last 

When its time to face the music 

Youve got cotton in your ears 

But the ever-smiling poseur sings a song freshly composed for 

Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl in a whirl