you hold me up like broken lingerie
your lies to me were cliche
you hold me up like broken lingerie
when i first saw you standing there
you hold me up like broken lingerie
copyright Arjuna Greist 1999
but i don't need these hooks & eyes
i don't want this lacy fray
i haven't worn a bra for years
yeah, i got pecs of steel
but what's underneath is not so tough
and my outer garments cannot quite conceal
but at the same time off-kilter
like sighing at the moon in the lovely month of march
your lies to me slipped right on through my asshole filter
the bright in your eyes had blinded me to the importance of june
but i don't need these hooks & eyes
i don't want this lacy fray
i haven't worn a bra for years
yeah, i got pecs of steel
but what's underneath is not so tough
and my outer garments cannot quite conceal
it was like a beatle's song
you were unforgettabeautiful
yet perfunctawrong
i just wanted to dance with you
to hold your skin in mine
but you spoke awkward metal ripped and hanging on the line
but i don't need these hooks & eyes
i don't want this lacy fray
you know i haven't worn a bra for years
yeah, i got pecs of steel
but what's underneath is not so tough
and my outer garments cannot quite conceal