I'm sexting alone at the MoMa, and I can't remember why.
This Giacometti is sexy, it gets me, and technically I'm really high.
Well, I'm not paying $25 to spend some more time in my mind-
Yeah, I'm the saddest thing to ever happen since the crucifixion
That's fine - I wasn't prepared, no one made me aware that the money
Would lie. And I can't go home, cause I don't wanna know what being Home is like. And people are dying to tell me they don't think that I have a Spine, but I still walk upright.
Weak and dependent, "like" if you meant it
Or drink and pretend that nothing's wrong.
Pretty or ugly, you're gonna love me:
Give me your money, I wrote this song.
There's no more bad news, only lessons and bad reviews in the Times:
Oh please God, protect us from the Vietnam protestors turned Reagan electors but God,
God only listens to people with satellite dishes and anxiety,
Yeah I'm Christ if God sent him in denim, I'm the True Religion
I'm lost - I wasn't prepared, no one made me aware that the money
Would stop - and I can't go home, cause I live on the phone with the friends I got. And people are dying in places I'm trying to save with my Talk, cause I can't watch.
Weak and dependent, "like" if you meant it
Or drink and pretend that nothing's wrong.
Pretty or ugly, you're gonna love me:
Give me your money, I wrote this song.
Forget what you've tried, forget what you've heard
I'm not the voice you'll like, I'm the one you deserve
And the hip ones are nice, but they'll die without a word,
And I'd rather get paid to do your dirty work
Weak and dependent, "like" if you meant it
Or drink and pretend that nothing's wrong.
Pretty or ugly, you're gonna love me:
Give me your money, I wrote this song.
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