Her eyes exploded like pinatas, candies for the children, hip-chips hooray!
(since this princess was such a cinch to get, to get you, girl!)
I find I want to be outside, I've been riding down a sickly mile since spring comes only once awhile
When you get the joke outside, I'll pork it for a rose and a chocolate bar - spring comes only once awhile
You said I was a robot, you know you fucking said that, well I did it on purpose to keep you guessing. It's you, the ring in the sink, from polished to matte too mashed to plastic to melting to a waxy mask. Know what I mean?
You know, I could give you a course on dead-pan banter and slate-grey expression. First: stare at ceiling fan. Next: picture blabber mouth girlfriend.
I see you every now and then in a pig pen, I just can't resist, the results are on film. When the camera goes 'click', your chemicals click. "Do what I say, I am the photographer!"
If you don't like the imperfections in my syntax, too bad, i don't download upgrades for anybody. Is it 'cause my camera only has, like, 2 megapixels? I guess I don't need top-notch photos of you, anyhow. I said, "Two's a crowd, so please leave my house," and then I wink at you on the way out. DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID, THERE? IT'S JUST TO KEEP YOU GUESSING.
Oh, this is my intent to install questions. Just to keep you guessing, my odd bastard tactics, just to keep you guessing. Know this is my intent to install questions just to keep you guessing.
My odd bastard tactics.
Her eyes were fried wire sparklers!!
Work it for the camera, baby, all your friends are watching, and trust me, this isn't me giving you attitude, it's just me spelling your name but adding àccents. I'm not opposed to your actions, but you used to have an old time charm and it's lacking. Now you farm tunes in a turkey fashion and one eyebrow up is all I got left.
Motorboat. My motor, she likes to chew on my wires... and my motorboat, it's a canoe, since she chewed all my wires through.
Motormouth, tell them more of the stories, about how I'm 'So Boring' at 2 in the morning.
Motormouth I need a recharger, to listen to you at 2 is getting much harder... So I guess... Sorry?
No.
NO NO NO NO, Motormouth, I tried, I could not wash the taste out.
NO NO NO, You know, I could have made you look much worse, had I rehearsed.
NO NO, Now just go on, replay the same old five songs.
YES, I declare, I do report: My heart is slow, your temper's short,
when I take pictures, you distort,
I guess that's what my memory's for,
"So, do what I say, I AM THE PHOTOGRAPHER, COME ON LITTLE PANTHER, DANCE ON CAMERA! DO WHAT I SAY!"
I am a farmer, harvesting photos from what I remember.
But just know this: Had I rehearsed, I could have made you look much worse.
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