So rich, So pretty- Mickey Avalon
I like a girl with caked up makeup.
In the sunshine, smoking
cigarettes to pass the time.
Who wakes up to a bottle of
wine
On the nightstand, bites and scratches the
blinds.
But i ain't found one quite right
yet.
So I step with pep to the park or supermarket
it.
Her apartment best be messy.
And Lisa don't
mind when i call her Leslie.
She's gotta dress
with class.
In Jean Paul Gautier and an Hermes bag.
And
4 inch tips made of ostrich.
Sharp enough to slit your
wrists, her lips spread gossip.
Won't say sorry when
she offends.
She comes over to my place in her old
man's Benz.
In gold and silver and jewels of all
colors.
And she doesn't take them off when we're
tearing up the covers.
Come on get it 'fore I
change my mind.
Come on kid don't waste my time.
So
rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn
city.
So rich, so pretty.
I like a girl who eats
and brings it up.
A sassy little frassy with
bulimia.
Her best friend's a plastic surgeon.
and
when her Beemers in the shop she rolls the Benz.
Manis and
Pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays
Money from mommy, lovely in
Versace.
Costly sprees it's on at Barneys.
And i
love to watch her go thru 50 G's calmly.
She gets
naughty with her pilate's body.
And thinks it's
really funny when her nose goes bloody.
Cuz the blows so
yummy and it keeps her tummy empty
And makes her act more
friendly.
Dance the night away.
And she won't say
nothing when she makes a man stray.
Come on get it
'fore I change my mind.
Come on kid don't waste my
time.
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in this
whole damn city.
I've had you come before
Mickey.
Go get my purse Mickey
Lock the door
Mickey
You're just a midnight
snack
Shhh
Don't talk back.
You're just a
boy Mickey.
You're just a toy Mickey.
You're
just a boy Mickey.
Come on get it 'fore I change
my mind.
Come on kid don't waste my time.
So rich,
so pretty
The best piece of ass in this whole damn
city.
So rich, so pretty.
So rich, so pretty.
The
best piece of ass in this whole damn city.
Me and Mia- Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
As I was walking through a life one morning
the sun was out, the air was warm, but
Oh, I was cold
And though I must have looked half a person,
to tell the tale, in my own version,
It was only then that I felt whole
Do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes
But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive might help you to survive.
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
And oh, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Oh, we'd been unkind
But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
But call your friends,
'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive.
And even the nights, they could get better
And even the days ain't all that bad
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing
But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
when you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.
And even the nights, they could get better.