She used to get her kicks from a four to the floor But now she's always wasted A total looker but she's jaded That kind of shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue But I can tell you what I'd do
I'd tell me mother that I love her I'd tell my father that I need him back again And if these words wont drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
She only finds her love in a downtown score Consumption makes her stronger You're the sweetest anaconda The kind of lack of respect that I adore I can't offer you a rescue But when you've lost all that you had left to lose
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly I'd tell my father that I need him back again And if these words wont drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip
As sharp as a knife And as blunt as a will You'll be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill And what we'll never want We'll always need And right now we need some pop psychology To keep us upbeat
So tell your mother that you love her dearly And tell your father that you won't lock him out again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters
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Copy to Clipboard: She used to get her kicks from a four to the floor But now she's always wasted A total looker but she's jaded That kind of shivering wreck that I adore I can't offer you a rescue But I can tell you what I'd do
I'd tell me mother that I love her I'd tell my father that I need him back again And if these words wont drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
She only finds her love in a downtown score Consumption makes her stronger You're the sweetest anaconda The kind of lack of respect that I adore I can't offer you a rescue But when you've lost all that you had left to lose
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly I'd tell my father that I need him back again And if these words wont drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip
As sharp as a knife And as blunt as a will You'll be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill And what we'll never want We'll always need And right now we need some pop psychology To keep us upbeat
So tell your mother that you love her dearly And tell your father that you won't lock him out again And if these words won't drop from your lips I will be your Freudian slip And flowers might wilt when we walk past And self-help might help when it makes us laugh Only finding questions in answers You and I are just walking disasters
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