Nowlet s talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment

Right there in front of the living room as an open invitation to strangers
A cold machine might show
Smiling like a facewaiting for a telephone callof a beloved feline
She is in a state and it s californiashe s been there for quite a while

I ve got no presentsI ve got no presents

Drop the phonetake the plane and come back home again
Drop the phonetake the plane and come back home again
Drop the phonetake the plane and come back home again

Drop the phonetake the plane and come back home again
Drop the phonetake the plane and come back home again
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired
Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-bladeoh nostalgia
Lost myself in so many ways I didn t know what to think of him
Ahmaybe I think to muchI don t think so

Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears
It s only a variation
Had long and boring conversations about nothing
Talked so much I bored myself to death
And the more I talkthe more I turn into a vegetable
God I m such a fool

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
I ll behave won t you shame meI m into deepwon t you shame me
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
I ll behave won t you shame meI m into deepwon t you shame me
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

Taste of orangeorangelittle christ
I m in her bath-tubconsulted
Consultedconsultedconsulted

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
I ll behave won t you shame meI m into deepwon t you shame me
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
I ll behave won t you shame meI m into deepwon t you shame me
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob

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