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Missed me
Missed me
Now you've got to kiss me
If you kiss me, mister
I might tell my sister
If I tell her, mister
She might tell my mother
And my mother, mister
She might tell my father
And my father, mister
He won't be too happy
And he'll have his lawyer
Come up from the city
And arrest you, mister
So I wouldn't miss me
If you get me, mister, see ?
Missed me
Missed me
Now you've got to kiss me
If you kiss me, mister
You must think I'm pretty
If you think so, mister
You must want to fuck me
If you fuck me, mister
It must mean you love me
If you love me, mister
You would never leave me
It's as simple as can be !
Missed me
Missed me
Now you've got to kiss me
If you miss me, mister
Why do you keep leaving
If you trick me, mister
I will make you suffer
And they'll get you, mister
Put you in the slammer
And forget you, mister
Then you'll miss me
Won't you, won't you miss me
Won't you miss me
Won't you miss me
Missed me
Missed me
Now you've got to kiss me
If you kiss me, mister
Take responsibility
I'm fragile, mister
Just like any girl would be
And so misunderstood
So treat me delicately!
Missed me
Missed me
Now you've gone and done it
Hope you're happy
In the county penitentiary
It serves you right
For kissing little girls
But I'll visit
If you miss me
Say you miss me
'Cause the food they feed you
Do you miss me
Will you kiss me through the window
Do you miss me
Miss me
Will they ever let you go
I miss my mister so
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Coin operated boy
Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
But I turn him on and he comes to life
Automatic joy
That is why I want
A coin operated boy
Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting
Who could ever ever ask for more
Love without complications galore
Many shapes and weights to choose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again
Wrap my arms around him and pretend
Coin operated boy
All the other real ones that I destroy
Cannot hold a candle to my new boy
And I'll never let him go
And I'll never be alone
And I'll never let him go
And I'll never be alone, go
And I'll never be alone, go
And I'll never be alone, go
And I'll never be alone, go
And I'll never be alone
Not with my coin operated boy
This bridge was written to make you feel smittener
With my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
Will you extract me from my plastic fantasy
I didn't think so but I'm still convinceable
Will you persist even after I bet you
A billion dollars that I'll never love you
And will you persist even after I kiss you
Goodbye for the last time
Will you keep on trying
To prove it
I'm dying
To lose it
I'm losing
My confidence
I want him
I want him
I want him
I want him
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want a
I want a
I want a
I
Want
A
Coin operated boy
And if I had a star to wish on
For my life I can't imagine
Any flesh and blood could be his match
I can even take him in the bath
Coin operated boy
He may not be real
Experienced with girls
But I know he feels
Like a boy should feel
Isn't that the point
That is why I want a
Coin operated boy
With his pretty coin operated voice
Saying that he loves me
That he's thinking of me
Straight and to the point
That is why I want
A coin operated boy
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The time has come
To speak of many things
Of jacks and queens and kings
I bared my wrists
And promised to begin
But you cut the blade straight in
Try hard my love
Do you hear the distant strings
Please remember what this means
Did I come back for all of this
It seems absurd somehow
With one well-placed flick of the wrist
You've really done it now
All of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision
The time has come
For things to come undone
We should not have begun
At last
I felt
A numbness overcome
And now you turn and run
The time has come
To take me in your arms
And touch these fragile scars
You have the choice now so decide
If you want in or out
There is too much left for us to try
You can't just give up now
The time has come
To speak of many things
Of jacks and queens and kings
It took that cut
To bring me back to life
They're bleeding and they're frightened still I hold out both my hands
No one in the world will ever touch me there again
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Oh Mrs. O
Will you tell us where the naughty children go
Will you show
How the sky turned white and everybody froze
Heaven knows
How they got into the fireplace
But everybody's saying grace
And trying to keep a happy face
And Oh Mrs. O
Can you teach us
How to keep from getting cold
Out we go
And you watch us as we face the falling snow
What a show
With our hairdryers aimed heavenwards
And fifty foot extension cords
You really have a way with words
The truth can't save you now
Ah ah ah
The sky is falling down
Oh oh oh
Watch the vultures
Count the hours
April trains may
Bring strange showers
And Oh Mrs. O
Will you tell about the time they made you go
All alone to the palace where they took your only clothes
We all know
There's no hell and no Hiroshima
Chernobyl was a cover up
The world is really all in love
And Oh Mrs. O
Will you leave us hanging now that we are grown
Up and old
Will you kill me if I say I told you so
We all know
There's no Hitler and no holocaust
No winter and no Santa Claus
And yes Virginia all because
The truth can't save you now
Ah ah ah
The sky is falling down
Oh oh oh
Everything they ever told us
Shakes our faith and
Breaks their promise
But you can stop the truth
From leaking
If you never stop believing
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Clutching the phone 'til my hands were sore
I never understood pain before, Christopher
You cannot know what it does to me
Hearing you speak with this frequency
I never knew what one voice could do
I was in heaven the moment I heard you
My friends go out drinking and having fun
I stay in bed with my headphones on
Shot down with arrows from waves above
Christopher Lydon renounced my love
It took so long to get through to you
I never understood sorrow, and now I do
I finally got past your monitor
And you broke my heart in two, Christopher
Christopher, I was your listener, Christopher
I've never felt love like this before, Christopher
Christopher, now and forevermore, Christopher
I'll never stop saying Christopher, Christopher
Finally I knew what I had to do
I had to make the connection with you
I don't care if you're old and incontinence
I will be yours 'til the bitter end
So during a show about Joan of Arc
I got through and said
"Christopher Lydon, you've stolen my heart"
When I asked if you felt the same way for me
You cut me off like a guillotine
Drawn like a bull to a matador
I just see visions of Christopher
Shot down with arrows from waves above
Christopher Lydon renounced my love
Christopher, I was your prisoner, Christopher
I hope you're happy now Christopher
Thank you for everything
But I'm not listening anymore
Nor do I plan to contribute to NPR
Christopher, beautiful Christopher
What do you take me for
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No one's asking
To go dancing
It's not like that anymore
It's romantic
If they mean it
When they shut your fingers in the door
It's a gory
Sort of story
That's been told a hundred times before
It gets tricky
Don't be picky
If the slipper fits you wear it whore
How many tips
Can I take home tonight
Without them getting mad
How many stitches
Do you think it takes
To fix a cut that bad
How many minutes
Until midnight
And you get your eyesight back
Not to knock it
I've been off it
Never moving very much at once
It's been awkward
I still offer it
When it's that time of
Other girls shower
But I give out flowers
To curious strangers
Who throw dollars at my feet
How many crimes
Can I try spotting dry
Before it leaves a stain
How many times say
That I love you
'Til it doesn't mean a thing
How many fittings
Must I sit through
With my big feet blistering
How many times
Until it strips me
And my big mouth strikes again
I'm not asking
To go dancing
I'm not that dumb anymore
It's exhausting
To keep smiling
When your toes are bleeding on the floor
It's a gory
Sort of story
That's been told a hundred times before
Don't be sorry
Just ignore me
Because honestly I'm
Too sore from fitting
Exactly to ride
Into setting
Suns aching
To stand on my own two feet
How many wishes
Do I still have left
To fix the way it ends
How many princes
Do you think it take
To put a girl like this
Back together again
How many instances
Can you point out
When I was less than kind
How many happy endings
Do you need
To change your fucking mind
And how much time
Do we have left
Before it's midnight
And you see that I was
Never the right size
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Thirty licks with a belt - playing tricks on myself
And I wonder if everyone else is this way
A succession of tests a triumphant success
Each time it's still intact at the end of the day
Thirty drops in a glass - keep my temper and pass
With my breath held you bastards I'll get you! but then -
Its not really so bad, there's still mom there's still
Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my heads
Its no mystery: you should obviously go
Before I break everything
You're always telling me that you're dying to know
But you're not really listening
How do I manage to station myself in harms way
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
That I have no means to pay - and no strength to argue
The voices are infesting up through the floorboards and they're
Murmuring murder me
If I could shut them out just for an hour I swear
I could stop this catastrophe
Thirty day guarantee
But that can't include me
After all I'm at home in this childproof world
No sharp corners or glass
No small objects or plastic bags
Please, these are death to a delicate girl
Its no mystery - you should obviously know
That I'll destroy everything
So don't keep telling me that you're dying to know
Cause you'll get what you're asking for
How can it be that I still put myself in harms way
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
That I have no means to pay - what kind of place is this?
Now all the voices are screaming this just isn't fair
But I've got a fool proof plan
If I can get them alone for an hour I swear
It'll look like an accident
I could be decent yet
I'll make up for everything
I could be president....
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I've tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen
Or under none were very exciting
Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off they'll get you off
But it's just not the real thing
But It's been decades since my pit days
But I havent shaken it, I sit there like an idiot
Still caught up in the old punk protocol
And dreaming that the teenagers will think that I'm a radical
And I still wait for the bus to come
Where high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love
Among the skateboarders hanging out
In back of the bank in my hometown
All this talk and no action's got me stiff from the tit to the bone
So I'm living in lala land
But at least I'm not living at home
Same old catcall same old chemicals
Same old thrills
Stealing stockings from the shopping mall
It's simple enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut
Nobody's in the market for a diamond in the rough
But I still wait for my mom to come
And pick me up at Holly's house
Ten years after they cashed it in
To make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and Burger King
I've got cryptographs I've got all the phones tapped
I've got proof enough it is indisputable
Love's not good enough I want pies and graphs
Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last
Better get your kids in
I'm on the loose again
And getting more ridiculous the more I think I ought to get my mind out of the
gutter
It's getting dangerous, Amanda, God
You're old enough to be his fucking
My own private highway from the cradle to the grave
I save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays
And I still wait for the cops to come
Where the station since burned down
Still expecting that they'll pick me up
For all the sins I committed
In the back of the banged-up pickup truck
I've got autographs, backstage passes
And leather jacket back patches up the
Ask me anything I want evidence
Single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses
I still wait for the bus to come back where the high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love among the sakteboarders hanging out
In back of the bank in my home
I'm no pederast it was nice to ask
Thank you but I'm capable
Of getting up and getting dressed
Love's not good enough I want photographs
Something that will teach me come inside
Time and time again
I think I'll head downtown again
Oh God
I'm sixteen
No, I'm ten
I'm seventeen
And a bank of Boston beauty queen
But I'm...
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I won't try to explain
What I cannot understand
It's a bird, it's a plane
It's a one night stand
If only we could ride far enough
I'd forget you altogether
It's a bluff
There is no way
I could not remember
Don't ask me what I came here for
It is too delicate for words
I used to want to make you talk
Now I would rather you did not
I don't mind
If you read
While I'm coming, it's alright
If you need the T.V.
To keep from noticing my mind
Going blank
What's the worst thing
That could happen is my back
All that bad
Strike the match
And watch the doll come open
Don't ask me what I want from you
It is not something you could purposely do
I used to want to make you mine
Now I have better things in mind
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You can have Washington
I'll take New Jersey
You can have London
But I want New York City
I should get providence
I've got a job now
Los Angeles, obvious
That's where you belong now
You can have Africa
Asia, Australia
As long as you keep your hands off
Cafe Pamplona
We can split Germany
Right down the middle
You'd hate it there anyway
Take Berlin
And we'll call it even
You can have all of the carry-on baggage
I'll trade the saskia jokes for the alphabet language
And special occasions were split between parents
Who forced us to hate them on alternating weekends
You call it over and I call you psycho
Significant other
Just say we were lovers and we'll call it even
We'll call it even
We'll call it even
I am the ground zero ex-friend you ordered
Disguised as a hero to get past your borders
I know when I'm wanted
I'll leave if you ask me to
Mind my own business
And speak when I'm spoken to
I am the tower around which you orbited
I am not proud I am just taking orders
I fall to the ground within powers of impact
I hit back when hit
And attack when attacked
You get route two between Concord and Lexington
I want Mass Ave. from the square to my apartment
And if we should meet through some misunderstanding
I'll be very sweet very patient and forgiving
Now get off my side of the state
And if we should see one another in passing
Despite these techniques
There is sometimes no avoiding
There must be some kind of mistake
We'll raise high the white flags
And bow heads and shake hands
Declaring the land we're on unamerican
We'll call it even
We'll call it even
I am the tower around which you orbited
I am not proud I am just taking orders
I fall to the groud within moments of impact
I hit back when hit
And attack when attacked
I am an accident waiting to happen
I'm laughing like mad if you strangle the captain
My place may be taken, but make no mistake
From a little black box
I can say without shame
That you've lost
That you've lost
Do you know what you've lost
So take whatever you'd like
I'll strike like the States on fire
You won't sleep very tight
No hiding, no safe cover
Make your bed now lie
Just like you always do
You can fake it for the papers
But I'm on to you
I'm on to you
So take whatever you'd like
I'll strike like the States on fire
You won't sleep very tight
No hiding, no safe covers
Make your bed and now lie
Just like you always do
You can fake it for the papers
But I'm on to you
I'm on to you
I'm on to you
I'm on to you
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(Tammy Wynett Cover)
Sometimes its hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times
Doing things that you don't understand
But if you love him you'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him
Oh be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a man
Stand by your man
Give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely
Stand by your man
And tell the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man
Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man
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