Bookmark Lyrics - Suicaine Gratifaction - Paul Westerberg

Father left, you were crushed 

Like the petals of a flower 

Between the pages of a novel 

A long forgotten bookmark 

The end of a sad chapter 

When he left her she read no more 

And so left all trust 

Of any man that wants you 

To dress in black plastic 

Or sing with your eyes only 

As though you were autistic 

Whisper diamonds and insolence 

Enter misadventure 

Neither tawdry or resplendent 

In clothes that hide your figure 

He was daddy's little sparrow 

He was a dirty picture window 

Mister Inappropriate 

Who washes hands after 

He thinks someone is watching 

Too restless for education 

Craves only entertainment 

And to this day 

There is no one you trust