El Scorcho Goddamn you half-Japanese girls Do it to me every time Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello And I'm Jell-o, baby But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me I'm the epitome of Public Enemy Why you wanna go and do me like that? Come down on the street and dance with me I'm a lot like you so please Hello, I'm here I'm waiting I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me I asked you to go to the Green Day concert You said you never heard of them How cool is that? So I went to your room and read your diary: "Watching grunge leg drop New-Jack through a press table..." And then my heart stopped: "Listening to Cio Cio San fall in love all over again." (Ow!) How stupid is it? I can't talk about it I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart How stupid is it? Won't you gimme a minute Just come up to me And say "hello" to my heart How stupid is it? For all I know you want me too And maybe you just don't know what to do or maybe you're scared to say: "I'm falling for you" I wish I could get my head out of the sand Cuz I think we'd make a good team And you would keep my fingernails clean But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize Cuz I can't even look in your eyes without shakin', and I ain't fakin' I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon
Pink Triangle When I'm stable long enough I start to look around for love See a sweet in floral print My mind begins the arrangements But when I start to feel that pull Turns out I just pulled myself She would never go with me Were I the last girl on Earth I'm dumb she's a lesbian I thought I had found the one We were good as married in my mind But married in my mind's no good Pink Triangle on her sleeve Let me know the truth, let me know the truth Might have smoked a few in my time But never thought it was a crime Knew the day would surely come When I'd chill and settle down Oh, when I think I found a good old-fashioned girl Then she puts me in my place If everyone's a little queer Oh, can't she be a little straight?
Falling For You Holy cow! I think I've got one here Now just what am I s'posed to do? I've got a number of irrational fears That I'd like to share with you First, there's rules about old goats like me Hangin' around with chicks like you But I do like you and another one You say "like" too much But I'm shakin' at your touch I like you way too much My baby I'm afraid I'm falling for you I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive Or maybe I would rather settle down with you Holy moly, baby wouldn't you know it? Just as I was bustin' loose I've gotta go turn in my rock star card And get fat and old with you Cuz I'm a burning candle you're a gentle moth Teaching me to lick a little bit kinder And I do like you you're the lucky one No I'm the lucky one Holy Sweet goddamn you left your cello in the basement I admired the glowing stars and tried to play a tune I can't believe how bad I suck it's true What could you possibly see in little ol' three-chord me? But I do like you and you like me too I'm ready, let's do it baby |
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