| Parenthetical Girls – The Privilege Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Give my best to your sister I guess they sent her to some specialist She was always this strange heartsick autistic kid But i suppose she made the most of it I suppose she made the most of it Drove herself to the doctors Thank god your father never caught wind of it They said she caught something awful But that she made it through the worst of it She's made it through the worst of it Bring me the head of my love life Hopes rise waist high And its never quite the first time But I don't mind today Praise the prodigal father The boys, they grew into embarrassments of men Raised off of soft constitutions I know he left you to the savages But save it for your analyst Don't know if you remember your face was lovely like a woman's then A less than confident lover You said you'd never fall in love again You'd never fall in love again Bring me the head of my love life It's all gone cock-eyed But if my heart breaks your birth right(?) But I don't mind today Forget my friends from the city They'd rather bury me in Everett(?) They just left me at the bridge beside the sea I guess it's time I'd gotten over it So much for elegant women God bless those broad stroke sentimentalists And though I know your heart's not really in it I'll just keep hanging for the privilege Keep hanging for the privilege Keep hanging for the privilege. |
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