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Showerhead

Sunday, December 31st, 1995
Cheap shot hocked straight to the eardrum
Is it some sick sign of affection?
Violated and singed with deceit
Disgust from my head to my hands to my feet
Your face it gives foul taste
Whether smiling crying or denying
I see your motives and you’re charged with fraud by me
So take the hint and leave
I loved you while he was in you in the shower
Did (in joy and ecstasy) your eyes begin to water?
And if I may stop by when you’re living in the next town ten years down the road
A good time for a dime and a crushed cigarette making bets with your body on the avenue
Look into my eyes you say and you’ll see nothing but sincerity
Almost as if you’ve got some hope that you’ll enlighten me
You’re a head case story
I loved you while he was in you in the shower
Did (in joy and ecstasy) your eyes begin to water?
I loved you while he was in you in the shower
Did (in joy and ecstasy)
Did (in joy and ecstasy)
Just trust me you said
Just trust me you said
Just trust me you said
Just trust me you said
I say no
I loved you while he was in you in the shower
Did (in joy and ecstasy) your eyes begin to water?
I loved you while he was in you in the shower
Did (in joy and ecstasy)
Did in joy
Did you enjoy

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Small Town Trap

Saturday, December 30th, 1995
Suffocate from lack of stimulation Television
time Gonna break with every bead of sweat My
heart rate seems to climb My friend and I stick to
the tired couches Please pass the time I found a
dime under the corner cushion Wishing it was
some place else and so do I Small town trap with
dreams of breaking out Satan’s in the living room
choking me with apathy Small town trap with
dreams of breaking out Inspire me cause if you
don’t I think I’ll dissipate to dust the Liar in me
says something’s gonna happen soon because it
must My friend and I stick to the tired couches
Please pass the time I found a dime under the cor-
ner cushion Wishing it was someplace else and
so do I Community immunity is the shot I crave
A sleepless sleep slow motion dream wanna dig
my grave Time ticks away on the longest day
Wanna break away on the longest day

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Sunset Strip Bitch

Friday, December 29th, 1995
Sunset Strip bitch
He reads women’s magazines, swears the truth doesn’t phase him
He knows the hottest bras for fall and how to make her fall in love
In four or five days or less, guess it depends on the stars
And how well he has memorized his dating dos and don’ts he says

I’m ready to go
Gonna see my name underneath the stars when I walk the Boulevard
The horoscope today said things would go my way
Sunset Strip bitch

He wines and dines and takes his time between regurgitating lines
Voted most likely to work in the rag he stole from work
Tres Flores in his hair, Old Spice lingers in the air
Gives an extra squirt of shine for sheen and smiles as he says

I’m ready to go
Gonna see my name underneath the stars when I walk the Boulevard
The horoscope today said things would go my way
Sunset Strip bitch

He knows his friends think that he’s lame when he tells them he’s got game
Shops around for shiny clothes, strikes a super player pose
He reads women’s magazines, he slaves to make the scene
Gets the wax ripped off his back, he screams and smiles and he says

I’m ready to go
Gonna see my name underneath the stars when I walk the Boulevard
This outfit set me back two paychecks and a Cadillac
The horroscope today said things would go my way

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Superhero Girl

Thursday, December 28th, 1995
well here is me on tragedy
i always want what’s out of reach
she pulls dyed black hair back and sighs
fuck that night out with the guys
i never get a word in with them anyway
the telephone doesn’t scare me anymore
you’re home and i’m here alone my dear
always stupidly sarcastic my hyper spastic superhero girl
so break the bruised monogamy
and let him fade to memory
your erotic wet atomic eyes keep reoccuring in my mind
do me a favor please and touch your lips to mine

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Tongue Tied

Wednesday, December 27th, 1995
One thousand faces all look the same
They’re all so boring mild and tame
Contaminate him knock off his glasses
Teach him to tamper with the cloning process
Pardon me sir can I ask you a favor
Make me a cowboy like my nextdoor neighbor
Pardon me sir can I use your eraser
To remove my brain of unconventional nature
Take my tongue
It’s cocked and loaded
The board has dubbed you special student
Sit alone sweat in silence
We don’t tolerate defiance
One thousand paces lead to the gate
They’re all so boring mild sedate
You hear me say this don’t make any sense
As I hop up and over the fence
Hooked on nicotine and phonics
Fun like macro economics
Still and quiet like they taught us
Fun like macro economics
Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar
I am my own movie star
I don’t know you
I don’t want to
I don’t know you
And I don’t want to

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Without You here

Tuesday, December 26th, 1995
I quit looking at the clock,
it’ll only bring me down
And it won’t bring you here
If i pulled out stops ,
and a little less in my hair
Could i bring you here, is my
favorie white bic light, It can
undarken the night, keep it
with you close as i wave your
east bound plane away
too scared to pray my eyes
too dilated to see, without you here,
i feel my fear,
I don’t wan to rock,
I want
to roll on top of you and notlet
go with me to second street and A,
cause we tear up the place
i miss your pretty face

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You Me And She

Monday, December 25th, 1995
You me and she, what we gonna do baby, baby

Yo, i did it to myself
couldnt help the way i felt about him
sick when he wasnt there
like i never delt with out him

played the fool by choice
all i had was this man
let him have the best of both worlds
cause it was his plan

all the things i wanted to hear
he told me gently
what ever it was
one in nothin gave me plenty

told me that he slept with this chick
but couldnt shake her
cuz she had his kids
so he fed her with his paper

first it started off like that
dough for closure
started slackin off
in fact it wasnt ova

now my world is crumbling down
im feelin shakey
used to be his super woman
no bitch could replace me

wanted him to leave me alone
but i was caught up
thought i was strong
broke down when breaking up was brought up

tried to really ride with this dude
i thought i loved him
and everytime id ask him what i should do
he said trust him

(chorus)
You me and she, what we gonna do baby, (trust me) baby,
(hold me), yeah
You me and she what we gonna do baby, (believe me), baby,
(ya need me) yeah

damn i must be crazy
feedin in da bull shit
attitudes and tryin to hold out
that shit was useless

the more i tried to back up
the more he kept comin
lie after lie(shit)
lyin wasnt nothin

tear after tear
come down tellin me be koo
all i need is you baby
nobody can be you

believed him
he deceieved me just to keep me
callin me from her spot
sayin how he need me

i had to step back
he got me stressed out
this aint what i planned
thought i had my life sketched out

huh, i guess not
love me or hurt me
hurt me to make up
and make up to deserve me

(chorus)
You me and she, what we gonna do baby, (trust me) baby,
(hold me), yeah
You me and she what we gonna do baby, (believe me), baby,
(ya need me) yeah

back and forth with the he said he said
got me dizzy
if i leave know the routine
he mad cuz he miss me

too late
cuz u had me lost me, daddy, move on
boss bitch no more floss
nigga im gone

arguments for hours
me and her comparing notes
and after all the screamin stopped
we comparing quotes

you got sloppy
thought you was that nigga
let me catch you
heart didnt hurt till i covered up your tatoo

my statue on da pedistal
every breathe too
neva knew the worst
till you felt what the best do

and im that its ova now
hope i stressed you
but niggaz only do it
will i lie when i let you

(chorus)
You me and she, what we gonna do baby, (trust me) baby,
(hold me), yeah
You me and she what we gonna do baby, (believe me), baby,
(ya need me) yeah

[repeat till fade

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5

Sunday, December 24th, 1995
I’m the biggest hypocrite that I know
I’ve ever known.
You call me selfsh, a shellfish,
too much to deal with.
And I don’t get out much,
and I don’t get out much,
and I don’t get out much,
and I don’t get out much.
It’s getting hard to know who I really am,
who I really am.
Quick blink, turn yellow into red.
5 placed on black square and I’m late again.
It’s too bad your face as it waits inside,
can’t fake much more as it breaks inside.
Sick of being late again,
sick of being late again,
sick of being late again,
sick of being late again.
You’re the biggest liar that I know,
I’ve ever known.
You call me selfish,
you’re the most selfish person that I’ve known.
And you don’t get out much,
and you don’t get out much,
and you don’t get out much,
and you don’t get out much.
It’s getting hard to know who I really am,
who I really am.
Quick blink, turn yellow into red.
5 placed on black square and I’m late again.
It’s too bad your face as it waits inside,
can’t fake much more as it breaks inside.
Sick of being late again,
sick of being late again,
sick of being late again,
sick of being late again.
Sick of being late again,
sick of being late again,
sick of being late again,
sick of being late again.
Quick blink, turn yellow into red.
5 placed on black square and I’m late again.
Sick of being late again,
sick of being late again,
sick of being late again,
sick of being late again

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Away King

Saturday, December 23rd, 1995
High place outside.
You wish you could be
Far from all this.
Black out before fists.
Make out more lists.
Was it right?
I couldn’t tell.
That place inside you wish could see
Close to all this.
Black out before fists.
Make out more lists.
Was it right?
I couldn’t tell.
Why was it right?
And how did it go away?
Why did it hide… too far?
I wasn’t right.
That place outside you wish could see
far from all this.
Black out before fists.
Make out more lists.
Was it right?
I couldn’t tell

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Bag Mask

Friday, December 22nd, 1995
Chord spine the way of a splinter,
masked bags with mixed days that didn’t
rhyme to me or speak to me,
rhyme to me or speak to me.
Tan lines that burn in the winter,
mixed up with masks that didn’t
rhyme to me or speak to me.
I cried my quarters to sleep,
I didn’t leave them
one on one
with the woman in a magazine,
looking at fast drying paint cans,
looking at fast drying paint cans.
Chord spine the way of a splinter,
mask bags with mixed days that didn’t
rhyme to me or speak to me.
Stuffed chokes the day in my heartbox,
early mourning heatlamp that couldn’t
rhyme to me or speak to me.
I cried my quarters to sleep,
I didn’t leave them
one on one
with the woman in a magazine
looking at fast drying pant cans,
looking at fast drying pant cans.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you.
And I look forward to hearing from you,
hearing from you, I’m hearing from you,
I’m hearing from you, I’m hearing from you

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