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Amanda Palmer

any girl in history said Sure, you seem so nice, let's get it on Still I always shock them When I answer, "Hi, my name's Amanda" And I'm not gonna live

Is it enough to have some love small enough to slip inside a book small enough to cover with your hands because everyone around you wants to look is

They don't play the song on the radio They don't show the tits in the video They don't know that we are the media They don't know that we start the mania

A peculiar thing happened to me this morning Just as I reached into my pocket to find it empty of any sow I saw two broken twigs on the ground Shaped

Oh, what a noble, distinguished collection Of fine little friends you have made Hitting the tables without you again No, we?ll wait, no, we promise, we

I can't get them up, I can't get them up I can't get them up at all Hey ho, let's go Good morning, Killer King, you're a star That's gorgeous, hold it

When I got to the party They gave me a 40 And I must have been thirsty 'Cuz I drank it so quickly When I got to the bedroom There was somebody waiting

I could do the dishes while talking on the phone i could ask you for an answer but you want to be alone I can never do the dishes a single dish at a time

I have to drive I have my reasons, dear It?s cold outside I hate the seasons here I suffer mornings most of all I feel so powerless and small By ten