Magazine Lyrics - Breed - Lauren Christy

Little girls in pretty boxes 

High tech sweat and younger skin 

We were all delicious and smelled of Arpge 

I buzzed my killer in 

Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia 

Super sex on water skies 

Iced decaf and mochaccino 

And a hooker by the grinder, please 

Magazine, know what I mean? 

You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen 

Magazine, stuck to my hand 

The boys don't ever get it but the girls all understand 

Angel, waffle, women are weird 

Tighten up your tail 

Throw her on the linoleum and 

Harpoon her like a whale 

Dad's on drugs, British sex 

A rollicking good time 

Trust fund kids when men are pigs 

Just cook that little swine 

Magazine, know what I mean? 

You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen 

Magazine, stuck to my hand 

The boys don't ever get it but the girls all understand 

Missionary position, politician 

Young girls in the world's oldest profession 

Beauty, health, fashion, food 

And the books and sex and art and news 

The boys don't ever get it but the girls all understand 

Magazine, know what I mean? 

You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen 

Magazine, stuck to my hand 

The boys don't ever get it but the girls all understand 

Magazine 

Rip it up and just throw it away 

Rip it up and just throw it away 

Rip it up and just throw it away 

Magazine, still stuck to my hand 

The boys don't ever get it but the girls all understand