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TV Girl

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Birds Don't Sing

She said "How can you joke at a time like this? I know why, cause this is what you wanted all along now, isn't it? I think that all you ever really ever wanted Was a reason to complain That never stopped you before, don't let it get in your way" Those ar...

Easier to Cry

Cigarette between her fingers And a drink in her hand She thought about the times When her looks were still in demand And wondered where the time had gone When did everything go wrong No more flowers at her door No more phone calls to wait up for And...

Laura

Well I’ve been sitting on this couch Feeling kinda bored and uninspired Writing thinly veiled fiction for the soul And feeling like a liar I’ve been thinking about you, Laura And thinking about the songs that you sing And how you sang with such convic...

Lovers Rock

Are you sick of me? Would you like to be? I'm tryna tell you something Something that I already said You like a pretty boy With a pretty voice Who's tryna sell you something Something that you already have But if you're too drunk to drive And the mus...

Melanie

Melanie looks a lot like Stephanie She looks a lot like Jane Who looks a lot like Amy Who looks a lot like Emily Melanie, I wonder what she’s telling me now How she’s twenty grand in dept Or someone famous that she slept with Or how everybody loves her...

My Girlfriend

My girlfriend gets so depressed She never leaves the house She doesn’t even get dressed My girlfriend always leaves a mess She says she’s gonna to clean But she always forgets My girlfriend is there when I get home Watching movies on TV Or talking on...

Pantyhose

[Verse 1] Boys march into war To certain defeat They were younger than me Guns poke through the trees Death on a limb They were aiming at him [Hook 1] And when the bullets came, he didn't duck He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck And he could...

She Smokes in Bed

Mary’s wiping ashes from her clothes Blackened matches strewn across the floor The smoke rose slowly and was pushed out by the vent The guiding light was just the tip of her cigarette She smokes in bed Mary doesn’t care about herself So what chance is t...