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The Fiery Furnaces
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Chris Michaels
Later at lunch with the taco lettuce crunch crunch She sets herself apart the bunch How bad does she seem She makes me wanna scream
On the phone with the West Glen Ellen rest home Talking up a tattle tome How bad does she seem She makes me wanna scream
My mom is gonna babysit tonight Did you hear Melinda got into a fight You whore you bitch, she said, well then it serves her right
Talking all mad you know she really isn't being sad Her baby daddy's name is Tad How bad does she seem She makes me wanna scream
Well yesterday you know she didn't none of that to say She queen-bee turned and walked away How bad does she seem She makes me wanna scream
Then boyfriend calls her up on the other line She tells him sweetie sweetie sweetie mine but he spaces out and thinks to himself all the time
My baby's got a stick stuck out her beak My baby takes a drink out of the leak My baby's got a blue-green sweater And a nest down by the creek Plume bloom bloom blaby bloom Cheep cheep beep bee-bee beep
Where did you for lunchtime go Did Kevin and Jenny show Do you wanna go out tonight No Plume bloom bloom blaby bloom Cheep cheep beep bee-bee beep
Remember that girl down the end She was my friend But just now she's angry came up And said You're so so stup' It's all disrup' You're blah blah, this this ,that so now sh'up You messed it up.
Remember that girlfriend of Al's Well we were pals Today she was angry came up And said You're so so stup' It's all disrup' You're blah blah this this that so now sh'up You messed me up
Then Tony of the Franklin Park hockey club Went to Gunzo's and bought a goalie glove. Jessica was 'posed to meet him back on Mannheim Kitchen back door by all the grease and grime
Was a little bird at my window Said that he's been messing round He's working up the courage so to leave you Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com He's getting ready to say he doesn't love you
Well Tony took it all in stride Said don't be silly but wondered who had spied Jessica was driving down Wolf Road Roll up the windows, baby, talk in code
I'm the little bird at your back door Said your true love's let you down I'm the little bird through your chimney Said he's been running round He's working up the courage so to leave you He's getting ready to say he don't love you
Then she bumped into purses stole a credit card Writing Chris Michaels, no it wasn't hard Number five terminal with a yogurt cup Reading a young miss as she slurps it up Nasty message when he don't pick up
Layover Aden watch the local news 99 and humid, oh the Red Sea blues Landing at Delhi take a third class train Umbrella vendor in the autumn rain Then the cops come by and ask your name
With his chillum and chillum-chee The cazee sentences me So now go where you're supposed to be And give up your Devi Desi
I's paraded on through the choke When my leg irons broke And my bicycle wheel spoke The Bombay army's no joke
On the top of an Aracan Dam Started our picnic then Bam My Devi 'n me had to scram Quick down to Madras a'lamb
Thought as a tindal that I could blend As I got to pretend From laziness, the gang defend pick up your pick axe and rend
Fasten your seatbelt and take hold of my arm That's what she said before setting off my alarm Baby gotta go baby gotta go
I know She's gonna go I know She's gonna go
Down in Columbo girl whatever you want But the surf and cobras, tigers all taunt Baby gotta go baby gotta go
I know She's gonna go I know She's gonna go
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