I wanted to remember my mica | |
You helped me again to think of the unthinkable things | |
Made my arms hurt so bad I would happily forget | |
You're surprised at what you go through | |
As if no one ever told you | |
(On your own feet, your own feet stand) | |
(Not to wallow in heartache) | |
I've done more than I would like to | |
But it's not all that I can do | |
(You gotta get out of bed, into it) | |
When even your bad luck runs out | |
Not to wallow in self-pitying pathetic dreams | |
You know what I mean? | |
She worked hard to be his novice | |
And then broke into his office | |
(With her clothes off, her clothes off still) | |
(Not to wallow in heartache) | |
Amor, settle for a small dart if you can't find it in your heart | |
But there's a big noise from her chest | |
Let me do the talking, now that I'm here | |
You'll steal all the attention anyway | |
â€~Cause something about you compels me to feel | |
That a glued together vase is still a vase | |
(Not to wallow in heartache) |
I wanted to remember my mica | |
You helped me again to think of the unthinkable things | |
Made my arms hurt so bad I would happily forget | |
You' re surprised at what you go through | |
As if no one ever told you | |
On your own feet, your own feet stand | |
Not to wallow in heartache | |
I' ve done more than I would like to | |
But it' s not all that I can do | |
You gotta get out of bed, into it | |
When even your bad luck runs out | |
Not to wallow in selfpitying pathetic dreams | |
You know what I mean? | |
She worked hard to be his novice | |
And then broke into his office | |
With her clothes off, her clothes off still | |
Not to wallow in heartache | |
Amor, settle for a small dart if you can' t find it in your heart | |
But there' s a big noise from her chest | |
Let me do the talking, now that I' m here | |
You' ll steal all the attention anyway | |
Cause something about you compels me to feel | |
That a glued together vase is still a vase | |
Not to wallow in heartache |
I wanted to remember my mica | |
You helped me again to think of the unthinkable things | |
Made my arms hurt so bad I would happily forget | |
You' re surprised at what you go through | |
As if no one ever told you | |
On your own feet, your own feet stand | |
Not to wallow in heartache | |
I' ve done more than I would like to | |
But it' s not all that I can do | |
You gotta get out of bed, into it | |
When even your bad luck runs out | |
Not to wallow in selfpitying pathetic dreams | |
You know what I mean? | |
She worked hard to be his novice | |
And then broke into his office | |
With her clothes off, her clothes off still | |
Not to wallow in heartache | |
Amor, settle for a small dart if you can' t find it in your heart | |
But there' s a big noise from her chest | |
Let me do the talking, now that I' m here | |
You' ll steal all the attention anyway | |
Cause something about you compels me to feel | |
That a glued together vase is still a vase | |
Not to wallow in heartache |