The Boy (Remix)
The sex skin habit
You could just crawl out
And forget I'm here
I need it
Love and something
I'd just as soon forget
So keep it out the papers
I need it
'The sex musicians'
I'll show you 'something'
While the boys beat time
I need it
And she's still waiting
We like to wake up
In a strange bed romance
One more time for me
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
Please one more time for me
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
I'm talking far too much about my shame
Forgiven
I'm wise and ambitious,And angry and free,And smart and available,And sexy...I'm soft and appealing,And wearing pajamas,And twisted and willing,And crazy...
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor.
And thought-provoking,And opinionatedCultured and funny,And experienced...Fearless and tender,And sweetly innocent,Uninhibited,Likes a good debate.
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaShe'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed.I could fall in love a million times before I die,You could draw me a bubble bath,We could walk into the sunset...
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaShe'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fellaWho can use herAnd it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor
And this is the story of the death of CinderellaI'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fellaWho can use meAnd that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass.