Fancy

Good things to come to those who pray,
But some don't have the time,
And some girls trade their bleeding hearts for Valentine's,
And carefree weeds will always need,
A dandelion to feel.
The dimwits have their fingers on the steering wheel.
So Fancy?
How's your lousy family?
How's your lousy love life?
Well I know that you're nothing but
A low-walking, cheap-talking queen of the feeble and the blind.
And I don't really care if they tell you that you're pretty,
'Cause I know they're wasting time.
The devil on my sunny shoulder
Tells me every day,
"Never let your spinelessness
Get in the way."
An angel on my other shoulder
like to talk with you,
And tell you all is peachy
Even if it isn't true.
So Fancy?
How's your lousy family?
How's your lousy love life?
Well I know that you're nothing but
A low-walking, cheap-talking queen of the feeble and the blind.
And I don't really care if they tell you that you're pretty,
'Cause I know they're wasting time.
So Fancy?
How's your lousy family?
How's your lousy love life?
Well I know that you're nothing but
A low-walking, cheap-talking queen of the feeble and the blind.
And I don't really care if they tell you that you're pretty,
'Cause I know they're wasting time.
You're always saying that your love would be so-so special.
But you know that it isn't quite true.
All the constant addiction with ten-cent fiction.
And the crowds all rely on you.
'Cause you always come around with your big shit brands,
And your heavy metal hair and your cigarette breath.
You got cooties in your love so leave me alone.
You got cooties in your love so leave me alone.
You got cooties in your love saliva.
You got cooties in your love saliva.
You got cooties in your love saliva.
You got cooties in your love saliva.
You got cooties in your love.