Sick of being a meantime girl
I’m sick of meantime boys
They say there’s some girls that you marry
The one’s who will carry
But me I’m just a practice toy
Hate knowing I’m that last case fuck
I’m sick of hearing stay in touch
Make me feel as though I’m special
Maybe even preferential
I say, “At your service thanks so much”
You can tell me it’s a fairytale
The love I want’s not real
I feel sorry for your life
More sorry for your wife
Losing blue rare for a happy meal
I’M NOT YOUR KILL TIME
I AM NOT YOUR KILL TIME
MIGHT NOT WANT TO GET TO KNOW ME
BUT I GET SO BORED SO LONELY
THAT TONIGHT I AM YOUR MEANTIME GIRL.
I don’t want to be your easy come easy go.
I keep hearing you say As you Wish
You’re saying I know I know I KNOW I KNOW
Sick of being your nine lives girl
Stockholm is alive and well
I cannot seem to stop obsessing
Cause the pain is now my blessing
Seems more like a castle than a cell
I’M NOT YOUR KILL TIME
I AM NOT YOUR KILL TIME
MIGHT NOT WANT TO GET TO KNOW ME
BUT I GET SO BORED SO LONELY
THAT TONIGHT I AM YOUR MEANTIME GIRL.
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