This is a song about the seedy underbelly of the
Don't need you to say we're cute
Don't need you to
Hey Girlfriend
I got a proposition goes something like this:
Dara ya
All the doves that fly past my eyes,
have a stickiness
I can sell my body if I wanna
God knows you've
Betty's got the back of her dress all ripped out
Mama's
It's about being in love
It's about being in hate
It's about
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
She's got
Your world not mine
Your world not ours
Your world not mine
Your
Sister sitster where did we go wrong?
Tell me what the
this is not a test
this is not a test
If Sonic Youth thinks you're cool
Does that mean everything to
Lay me spread eagle out on your hill, yeah
Then write
