A Year Like This One Death of Cinderella Fate Stay With Me Pollyanna Flower Gorgeous Your House King of Intimidation I Don't Know (The Weekend Song) London Find the Right Man Pray for Peace (She Gave Me a Wink) Keep The Radio On Still Zpět

A Year Like This One

After a year like this one
I'm surprised I did not hate your guts
And after a year like this one
I'm surprised I still love music just as much
After a year like this one
I'm surprised I did not "eat my eye"?
After a year like this one
I'm sorry if I'm not cordial to everyone

Chorus:
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La La La La Li
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La La Li Li Li
La La La La La La La La De Di De Di La Di Da Di Di
La La la de di wo oh oh o.....

After a year like this one
I'm surprised I am convinced at all
And after a year like this one
I do not roll my eyes at less than another

After a year like this one
I can't help but wonder how they've been
And after a year like this one
I think I'll leave it all to my next of kin..

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After a year like this one
I'm surprised we're all not weeping drunks
And after a year like this one
I want you to choose the restaurant and then

After a year like this one
I'll need a good whole sixteen months alone
After a year like this one
I think I'll make the west coast beaches my new [I came] home.

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Death of Cinderella I'm wise and ambitious, And angry and free, And smart and available, And sexy... I'm soft and appealing, And wearing pajamas, And twisted and willing, And crazy... And this is the story of the death of Cinderella She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella Who can use her And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor. And thought-provoking, And opinionated Cultured and funny, And experienced... Fearless and tender, And sweetly innocent, Uninhibited, Likes a good debate. And this is the story of the death of Cinderella She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella Who can use her And it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed. I could fall in love a million times before I die You could draw me a bubble bath, We could walk into the sunset... And this is the story of the death of Cinderella She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella Who can use her And it's all you could do not to keep her sober. And this is the story of the death of Cinderella I'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fella Who can use me And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass. Back to top

Fate Stay With Me

What did you think I'd be doing now
While you left me
I was thinking aloud
Would there be no end to my sorrow
Will I make it through tomorrow
Fate Stay With Me

Chorus:
Oh, Please
Fate Stay with me, and guide me along my way
There has been so many problems
So please stay, please, stay
Fate stay with me, will you help me on my way

Will you end my troubles
Will you please stay, please...
I wanted money and hope and
A dream to carry me forever

This is all the hope I got left
Help me to get it together, now
I can sing or act or dance but I still won't get far
Unless you help me please to be a big star

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I don't want to be a queen, no,
Or a princess with all my jewels, oh
If you could guide me
And you could help me
but don't go too far, I just want to be a star

Repeat chorus

Yes guide me
Forver guide me
Will you stay with me and guide me along the way
If I succeed because of you, fate my friend
I'll be so happy

Repeat chorus

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Pollyanna Flower

(Through you, I see, I...)
Between a broken nose and a fake smile
Between piety and gunpowder
Between fighting and fleeing the scene
Between murder and diplomacy
Between regression and in oblivion
Between brutal and realistically well behaved
Between sleeping and pulling in the reins
Between tiptoeing and ambling
What am I to do with all this fire?
(I'd like to hit you, but I could never hit you.)
Would you stay with me in this red space?
(I'd like to slap you, but I could never slap you.)

Chorus
Between violence and silently seething
Between my fist and my pollyanna flower
Between "Fuck you!" to your face and "It's all right."
Between war and denial.

Between flying vases and secretly weeping
Between loose cannons and ever downplaying
Between bruises and nobly deferring
Between bursting and boiling

What am I to do with all this burning?
(I'd like to hurt you, but I could never hurt you.)
Do I overwhelm you in this place?
(I'd like to kill you, but I could never kill you.)

Chorus
What am I to do with all this fire?
Can you understand me in this place?

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Gorgeous

Testosterone in large amounts
Your little sister just kicked out of
God you can't shave your head
Come to the show
The boys rock harder
Your mother lent you her slip
She lent you her bright red lipstick
And your shoes are hurting your back
But boy don't you look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
How you look gorgeous

This is but an observation
You put a bullet in your foot
You make it hard for us bitches, inconsequential in your back bends
And your taste in men leaves something to de desired
You love them to be aloof and self obsessed
They love you in your mini dress

You are looking gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous

*harmonica*

When your voice is raised above a certain level
I'm afraid you must go to the ladies room
I left your competence in curlers

You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
You're looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous.

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King of Intimidation

("The women of this family seem to feel that they owe it to the men of the family to look relaxed, rested, and attractive at dinnertime.")

For you they live in a quiet monastery
For you they wear whatever you want them to as long as it is short
They count to ten when you tell them how to drive
And when they're afraid they let you speak for them
All hail the king of intimidation
Model of Christian behavior

For you we wax; we scale, chicken our legs
For you we'd chew our nails if we had any left but fake ones to do it
We counted to ten temporarily
And it was somethin' about how you talk down to me

All hail the king of intimidation
Model of Christian behavior

The road of compromise is full
And apparently you don't want some
There's only so much we can do
To make you rest assured

I am single
I am weary
You're just jealous
You're just confused
You're just hungry
You're missin' out
You're not happy
You I pity

All hail the king of intimidation
Model of Christian behavior
He knows not of what he has wrongly done
So forgive his ignorant behavior

You are tortured
You are captured
You are busted
We were silent
You were tested
You know better
You are lonely
Was it worth it?

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I Don't Know (The Weekend Song)

Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweating
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk with his son
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with his bass

CHORUS
Come on to the Weekend
'cause the Weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the Weekend
'cause there's too much time to think
and they're really nice guys

Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into work all caught up in the day by day
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till someone says how's your life
How's your life?
Ye how's your life
How's your life?

CHORUS
Come on to the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there'll be no time but we'll get by

What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shares their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
Wouldn't that be impossible
and you would be board
'cause you wouldn't want it a little to late...

CHORUS
Hold on 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the man upstairs has the really nice guys
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look strange but we surely will get by

What if there were no more mama's boys
What if we all had no thinking together
Would that be a shame...
Wouldn't that'd be impossible
and you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want to lead it

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Find the Right Man

I have been so alone my whole entire life
I gotta get a break
I needed comfort although I'm home alone
I just got no way
I gotta get a guy
To take care of me

I gotta get the right man...
Gotta Find the right man
Oh, find the right man

I wonder how I'd feel if he was never around
If I was by myself
I'd be so frightened, I'd be a baby again
'Cause I'd have no one else
I'd have to wear a frown
While walking through the town

I'd be without a man
I'd have to find the right man
Oh, gotta find the right man

But even if I get my boy
How am I gonna know (he's the right man)
I gotta meet a guy, go out on a date
(spoken: That's for you, mom & dad)

So I can find the right man
I've gotta find the right man
My own right-hand man
Help me find the right man...

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Pray for Peace (She Gave Me a Wink)

I pray for peace
They require me to kick into high gear
We may as well have our Phd's
Might we compose was never taken into account

I pray they let out or talk it out
She would give me a wink across the room
I would have made a really good lawyer
I had a really good strategy for putting things back on the wall of the hoser

Thank God it was the God dammed wall
I would have to hide all my valuables
Who would calm my mother down?
Who would calm *me* down once I talked her through it?

My mother and I were the official peace makers
It was a full time job
I would send my mother directly to bed do not collect 200
We'd talk about it till 5 am when I'd come visiting her 5 years later

We would pray for peace
It was most comfortable and familiar

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Keep The Radio On

Can you relate to what it says
The lyrics are straight from the heart
The soul is expressed in the lyrics
The virtues and vices are released

Chorus
Keep The Radio On,
This song means so much to me
Keep the Radio On,
The words live right through me
The lyrics are comforting
Like I expressed them my self
Keep The Radio on, the song speaks for itself.

Why Can't You Relate
To my way of thinking
Why don't you understand
All the things I am feeling
I am not a stranger to opinions
In fact I have my own
I am no stranger to delusions
Although you live through mine

Repeat Chorus

Keep The Radio On
Keep The Radio On
The words have their meaning
Keep The Radio On
Can't you feel what they are saying
Keep The Radio On

Repeat Chorus

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Still

I am the harm that you inflict
I am your brilliance and frustration
I am the nuclear bombsif they're to hit
I am your immaturity and your indignence
I am your misfits and your praised
I am your doubt and your conviction
I am your charity and your rape
I am your grasping an expectation
I see you averting your glances
I see you cheering on the wars
I see you ignoring your children
and I love you still
and I love you still
I am your joy and your regret
I am your fury and your elation
I am your yearning and your sweat
I am your faithless in your religion
I see you altering history
I see you abusing the land
I see you and your selective amnesia
and I love you still
and I love you still
(ah oh ahh ohh ahh ohh....)
I am your tragedy and your fortune
I am your crises and delight
I am your prophets and your profits
I am your art I am your bites (?)
I am your death and your decisions
I am your passion and your fights
I am your sickness and convalescence
I am your weapons and your light
I see you holding your grudges
I see you gunning htem down
I see you silencing your sisters
and I love you still
and I love you still
I see you lie to your country
I see you forcing them out
I see you blaming each other
and I love you still
I love you still.

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