: Some old track... or brian strom Brian, Top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely
: Despair to the point till they provoke The punchline before they have told the joke The sheer desperation to be scene/seen Staring at the television
: Running off over next doors garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava
fall apart Oh! hold on to your heart. Do me a favour, break my nose! Do me a favour, tell me to go away! Do me a favour, stop asking questions! She
: This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the
: If you were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome
: You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis
: She was marrying a matador and he was with the weather girl, A very clever girl who stood out amongst several once A terrible dilemma and forever he
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare D is for delightful and try and keep your trousers on you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
: Old yellow bricks, Love's a risk, Quite the little Escapoligist Looked so miffed, When you wished, For a thousand places better than this, You are
: I'm going back to 505, If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, With your hands between your
: Do the bad thing, Take off your wedding ring, But it wont make it that much easier, it might make it worse, Oh the nights like a whirlwind, Somebody
: In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling, That it was a heart that he was stealing, Oh he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement
I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs
think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare D is for Delightful And try and keep your trousers on You should know you're his favourite worst nightmare
Running off over next door's garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava
Old yellow bricks, love's a risk Quite the little escapoligist Looked so miffed, when you wished For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive
Brian, top marks for not tryin' So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder, are you puttin