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Unplugged And you're like a 90's
Jesus And you reveal in your
psychosis How dare you? And you sample concepts like
hors d'oeuvres And you eat their questions
for dessert And is it just me or is it
hot in here? And you're like a 90's
Kennedy And you're only a million
years old. You can't fool
me. They'll throw opinions like
rocks in riots And they'll stumble around
like hypocrites And is it just me or is it
dark in here? You may never be or have a
husband You may never be or have a
child You will learn to loose
everything We are temporary
arrangements And you're like a 90's
Noah And they laughed at you as
you packed all of your things And they wonder why you're
frustrated And they wonder why you're
so angry And is it just me or are you
fed up? God bless you in your
travels, in your conquests, and queries Please be
philosophical Please be tapped into your
femininity Please be able to take the
wheel from me Please be crazy and
curious Papa love your princess so
that she will find Loving princes familiar Papa cry for your
princess so that she will find Gentle princes familiar Please be a
sexaholic Please be unpredictably
miserable Please be self absorbed much
not the good kind Please be addicted to some
substance Papa listen to your princess
so that she will find Attentive princes familiar Papa hear
your princess so that she will find Curious princes
familiar Please be the jerk of my
knee i've fit you always You finish my sentences I
think I love you What is your name again no
matte I'm guessing your thoughts again correctly And I love
the way you press my buttons So much
sometimes I could strangle you Papa laugh with your
princess so that she will find Funny princes familiar Papa
respect your princess so that she will find Respectful
princes familiar Papa love your princess so
that she will find Loving princes familiar Papa cry for your
princess so that she will find Gentle princes familiar Please be strangely
enigmatic Please be just like
my These
R the thoughts (MTV unplugged version) These are the thoughts that
go through my head in my backyard on a sunday
afternoon when I have the house to
myself and I am not spending all that energy on
fighting with my boyfriend Is he the one that I will
marry and why is it so hard to be
objective about myself why do I feel
cellularly alone am I supposed to live in
this crazy city can blindly continued
fear-induced pregurtitated life-denying tradition be overcome Where does the money go that
I send to those in need, if we have
so much why do some people have nothing still I do, I feel frantic
when I first wake up in the morning why do you say you are
spiritual, yet you treat people like shit How can you say you're close
to God, and yet you talk behind my back as though I'm not a
part of you, why do you say "you're fine" when it's obvious you are
not, why's it so hard to tell you what I want why can't you just read my
mind? Why do I fear that the
quieter I am the less you will
listen why do I care whether you
like me or not why's it so hard for me to
be angry why is it such work to stay
conscious and so easy to get stuck and not the other way
around Will I ever move back to
Canada again I'd be with a lover with
whom I am a student and don't ask, oh why am I
encouraged to shut my mouth when it gets too close to
home, why cannot I live in the
moment There's a little black spot
on the sun today It's the same old thing as
yesterday There's a black hat caught
in a high tree top There's a flag pole rag and
the wind won't stop I have stood here before inside
the pouring rain With the world turning
circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping
that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be
the king of pain There's a fossil that's
trapped in a high cliff wall (That's my soul up
there) There's a dead salmon frozen
in a waterfall (That's my soul up
there) There's a blue whale beached
by a springtide's ebb (That's my soul up
there) There's a butterfly trapped
in a spider's web I have stood here before inside
the pouring rain With the world turning
circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping
that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be
the king of pain There's a king on a throne
with his eyes torn out There's a blind man looking
for a shadow of doubt There's a rich man sleeping
on a golden bed There's a skeleton choking
on a crust of bread There's a red fox torn by a
huntsman's pack There's a black winged gull
with a broken back There's a little black spot
on the sun today It's the same old thing as
yesterday I have stood here before inside
the pouring rain With the world turning
circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping
that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be
the queen of pain. Queen of pain I'll always be queen of
pain I'll always be queen of
pain like anyone would
be I am flattered by your
fascination with me like any hotblooded
woman I have simply wanted an
object to crave but you you're not
allowed you're uninvited an unfortunate
slight must be strangely
exciting to watch the stoic
squirm must be somewhat
heartening to watch shepherd meet
shepherd but you you're not
allowed you're uninvited an unfortunate
slight like any uncharted
territory I must seem greatly
intriguing you speak of my love
like you have experienced love
like mine before but this is not
allowed you're uninvited an unfortunate
slight I don't think you're
unworthy I need a moment to
deliberate
Joining you
No
pressure over Cappuccino
That I
would be good
Head over feet
Princes
familiar
I was
hoping
Ironic
These r
the thoughts
King of
pain
You
oughta know
Uninvited