Tell me tell me is life just a playground Think you're the real deal honey And someone will always look out for you But wake up baby You're so totally
Look in the mirror time to face up Ever tried to live without the photographs and money Don't have to live behind the makeup 'Cause all I want is what
The skies are charcoal gray It's a dreary downtown day But at the end of my thirty foot leash Is my little friend Quiche Quiche La Poodle is her name
Something in your eyes Makes me want to lose myself Makes me want to lose myself In your arms There's something in your voice Makes my heart beat
You missed that so you wanna kick back All messed up and that's a fact If you wanna risk that, do that I guess its time for payback So you want your
Don't nobody speak to me no more I wanna hear but can't hear you when you call Do you really mean it or have I just seemed to miss the point Whatever
If I ever recover If my soul can mend Make it through to where I'm older Find a shoulder, find a friend I hope she don't remind me Of anything to do
Round, round, round we go So clued up but obliviously Systematically and vigorously Society behaves so hideously Quick to move, prove nothing that helps
I am everything I am nothing In the petri dish Of the creator
All your heads bobbing Do your body popping Keep yourself dreaming Come and let me hear you scream People gonna hurt you People will desert you Come
I hit you with a lick a thang Love to feel your body move like this Rub me down C'mon work that body I hit you with a lick a thang Love to feel your
Hold my hand while you sleep So when you dream, I'm there with you Hold my hand while you sleep So when you dream, I'm there with you Hold my hand while
Time to get ridin' ridin' Got to get rolling rolling Time to get ridin' ridin' You got to get rolling rolling Feeling supersonic Supersonic Feeling supersonic
You I see, sitting waiting for me By the station near the Blue Vines Where we met for the first time You are free But yet you choose to be waiting While
Stone my tomb, what would you all look at? Two, three, four
(Instrumental)
A brief introduction to a moshing little rock 'n' roll fan. Her skin was pale, like the back of an old mans hand. What was clear to see, was her individuality
(G. Malescusi, I. Grandi, A. Gimignani, M. Caudai, R. Cavalieri) Vai via di qua! Non ti voglio piu vedere se fingi ancora, no non mi telefonare
