Why can't they see right through you?
You've got the liquid hips of a belly dancer.
Such a cassonova-esque quasi-libido.
And just like the tempting Siryn, you'll keep causing them to keep coming back
they'll keep coming back for a taste of decadent bile-flavored heroin chic,
and you know that equals cool, it equals another friendship down the tubes
You could be special someday
wishing to see that child grow up, only makes room for 10,000 more tears.
10,000 more times and re-living July never gets any easier.
Everytime it's time to move on
I meet somone who causes me to think again about the past
how dare they
I'd rather forget that I was ever failing
but it's not fair to them to forget and when your throat burns up the linoleum never felt so good
that's when my heart stops, why can't there be a solution?
Just hope it doesn't remind you of when you took the fun out of fun.
When you were six years old, did you every say "that will be me someday"
After that first short wrech, and yeah, you look so chic,
after all you've never hated the glamour.
And after your swagger leads you to the floor,
you can say that James and Marilyn never looked so good