Lyrics

I've aborted this unsolicited advice Play nice Be attractive, but don't bank on it Your womb is a ticking time bomb The man in the bunker said my looks will fade So, I better practice Spanish guitar, as if that'll get me very far I'll shove the tip of my boot into your luftgitarre To those I've held in their darkest nights Seeking for Mary, the mother, the saviour the bright light Did you find that between my thighs? Will this leave a mark, or remain in the dark? Well, you can't light a flame without a spark Ooh-whoa! So, what you here for? I'm not here for the social lubrication I'm here for the cremation (what you here for?) I'm not here for the social lubrication The social lubrication Blue tick, now they're scared Was that a red or blue pill that slipped into my drink unaware? They say they work with women they love, they rate them highly above What's it like to be a woman in music dear? You'd never ask me that if you regarded me as your peer The bubbles in my drink dissolve and they disappear And as I stumble through the park, although it's dark, my ride isn't here But I just live over there Push him away, say this wasn't a meeting, this wasn't a date, you ain't my mate This ain't confusing, that's the rearview mirror, for fuck's sake Will this leave a mark, or remain in the dark? Well, you can't light a flame without a spark Aah! So what you here for? I'm not here for the social lubrication I'm here for the cremation (what you here for?) I'm not here for the social lubrication The social lubrication (what you here for?) I'm not here for the social lubrication I'm here for the cremation (what you here for?) I'm not here for the social lubrication The social lubrication Fix your life Fix your attitude Fix the wound Fix the fig Fix your community Fix the car Fix the vessel Fix the mind Fix the altitude Fix the sprain Fix the window Fix the view Fix the healer Fix the brew Fix you, fix you Fix the brow Fix the Cadillac Fix the feeling Fix the currency Fix the stage Fix the mundane Fix the opportunity Fix the altitude Fix the sprain Fix the window Fix the view Fix the healer Fix the brew Fix you, fix you, fix you, fuck you
Writer(s): Rakel Mjoll Leifsdottir, Isabella Cornelia Podpadec, Alice Gough, Alexander Thomas Paveley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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