This is When I was Cruel week. :) I spy for the Spirit of Curiosity All the scandals of each vain monstrosity I gossip and I pry and I insinuate If the failure is great Then it tends to fascinate A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane Her lovers fell like Skittles in a 10-pin bowling lane But nothing could compare with the explosion of fame So you jumped back with alarm Every Elvis has his army Every rattlesnake its charm Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just fine? Your memory was buried in simple box of pine (chorus): Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak? Was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek? Its such a shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on But the last thing you need is another episode of blonde Revolving like a jewellers figure on a music box Spangled curtain parted and night-club scene unlocks Pinned and fixed and fastened in a follow spot Arms thrown out to everyone, shes giving all shes got To the last gasp of a wounded bandeon A tiny man imploring to the ceiling fan this stolen feeling Amplified up through a busted speaker Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorted beyond reason Into the street where petty crime-coats shadow panic drunkards Half out of the taxi-cab the barker seized my elbow He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim looking for St. Telmo (chorus) I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze She was a cute little ruin that he pulled out of the rubble Now theyre both living in a soft soap bubble The film producers contemplating, entertaining suicide The picture crumpled in his fist, his runaway child bride The timepiece stretched across his wrist She couldnt care less cast aside The scent that so repelled him that he swore: insecticide And theres farewell note to mother That will conclude Your loving Son Oh, tell your other children not to do as I have done Did her green eyes seduce you and make you get so weak? Or was there fire engine red that she left upon your cheek? Its such a shame Its such a shame, shame, shame A shame you had to break the heart you could have counted on But the last thing you need Its the last thing you want Is another episode of blonde Its another episode of blonde, oh oh oh Its another episode of blonde So an artist drags a toothbrush across the first thing that he sees And names the painting Christs Last Exit into Purgatory Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence Paying off his stalker its a legitimate expense So paste up pictures of those shrill and hollow girls with puckered lips Shes a trophy on your arm, a magnet for your money clip The moral of this story is a sorry tale to say Theyre pieced with links of chains so they can never run away
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 13:30:13 +0000
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