't mind if you want to hide your fangs too And I don't mind if you want to hide your fangs too And I don't mind if you want to hide your fangs too It
On a dial somewhere between the high eighties and low nineties FM, Elouise plays the first violent femmes for those who wake from twelve to two AM. And
The fire, it cracks And the flakes snow on November was white and December was grey Well, someday soon When the spring brings the sun I'll finally sleep
on, go summon the dead and build fires in the yard." But what looks good on paper, looks good on paper. But this one looks like the other hair-brained schemes of yours
One for the lanterns Two for the bugs Three for the punch at the summer ball Four for the dances Five for the dusk (The things I must focus on, instead
She's pushing 5 6 In her Saucony kicks She got lips like a sofa And she's strunged out on soda And the devil was a girl And she wore a yellow tee It would
Northwestern girls, with their fresh faces. Don't mess it up this time. They seem so nice. It must be in the air here. Northwestern girls, I'm all
Hey, remember when we could save kittens from trees? Or lunch on skyscrapers? Bring the villains to their knees? Maybe we should move someplace new, and
Just a lock of her and a jar of her breath. It might work this time, oh yes. Hold your horses, your tremors and glee, all right? All right? All right
things, huh? But Maurine, I can't come to your party, 'cause I think that I'm dead All through the tunnel, and onto the tram I wonder what it's like when your
My girl oh well she drives me where I need to go She needs some and she's got a gun Sometimes when we play games she cheats and I let it go I'm the most
when you shake your shoulders and squint your eyes, the band plays on, in spite of everything. My Love, have you no fear at all? Because you shake your
Silly girl, we can't just stop. But we can do something else if you want. We can fly a kite in a lightning storm, but we can't stop this thing from what
And I haven't asked for much since I met her, some courage and maybe some heart. But Jupiter, please, will you raise your fists and mend all that keeps
it away from me. Please, please, it's all yours. Please, please, if you want it you can have it cheap. And please, please, it's all yours. It's all yours
good. They put fire back in your belly. They put notches in the wood. Apples for the innocent. My, do they taste good. I dreamt you gave me your keychain
This is it, it's the key to it all, and besides I'm so tired being sick all the time. They said don't get a first-gen, but it's nice. It's so nice. And
as big as the Russia the mapmakers made, and mighty as a big anvil hammer. But don't be afraid, because it will be over faster than you can say "snowcones
