Texty

I think I waited too long I'm moving into the dollhouse Some days we exercise Some days we harmonize Look away, look away, look away, oh, yeah Emily said she'd suddenly awaken Look at that guy with the government coupon Yoo-hoo, yoo-hoo, gonna get you Japanese chairs in somebody's concert Telephone bills on the company paycheck Who knew? Who knew? I do Emily, lost her mobile phone Last night's dance on a bumpy road I'm moving out in the cold Lebanese, Chinese in my school Imagine who can make you cool I need my laser, don't more The fiercest cat, the hottest gun, the meanest dog and the hottest sun You got to hold the peelings in your hands, baby It's a safety belt, it's a Christian crime It's a rocket ship, it's a joke of mine I took away the day that I'd be gone, shoot Lebanese take their sailors home The broken stuff in the outer wall I'm moving out in the road Memorize toilets, Chang Mai School I like my song, but I lost my cool I need my laser, don't move Lowered in the ground where the Duchess grows Where the word is true and the girls are strong I'm gonna smell it, sell it, tell it to my ear Take another life of a wretched soul When they get too high and the bushes grow And they take it, shake it, break it in my mind The fiercest cat, the cuntiest gun, the written word in a foreign tongue You got to hold it all before it drops, baby It's a little bit, it's a lot inside It's a bigger thing than you can hide I took away the parts that need controlling, shoot Hooligans jump in the budget sign Where the tropic zone, where the fix is fine Gonna make it, shake it, break it in my mind Stinky little bird in a dirty tree Gonna figure out it's your lucky day Gonna smell it, sell it, tell it to my ear Lowered in the ground where the Duchess grows Where the word is true and the girls are strong Gonna take it, shake it, brake it side by side Take another life of a wretched soul When they get too high and the bushes grow Gonna make it, shake it, tuck it in my hair Come on, sing it (I feel my stuff) I get enough I come back to be stronger I feel my stuff I changed my luck I come back to be stronger Don't look at me, I feel my stuff I get enough I come back to be stronger, oh no I feel my stuff I changed my luck I come back to be stronger Whoa
Writer(s): David Byrne, Brian Peter George Eno Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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