She's Blowing Up
Girl of My Dreams
Mary Lou
The Pleasures of Forgetting
Broken Cog
A Torrid Affair
Selfer
Conventional Wisdom
Pop Star In Space
Seeing Red
Arrested Adolescence
Open Kimono
World Without Love
Simple Pleasures

She's Blowing Up
A junker car for a fading star
Working behind a coffee bar
Rejected for a credit card
And wondering exactly who you are

She went her independent way
Now she's all alone on Thanksgiving day
She burned some sage, she made pay
And there's no answer when I say

Does she have another boyfriend?
Or is she gay?
It doesn't matter either way
She's blowing up, but not in a good way

She's in a bad way today, she says hello
She's in a bad way today
They say someone gave her a rose
And she took off her clothes

At thirty-five she figured out
What Britney knew at ten
A lot of work, illicit sex,
But it might be a little late my friend

She went her independent way
Now I'm all alone on Christmas day
She broke my heart, she made me pay
And there's no answer when I say

Does she have another boyfriend?
Or is she gay?
It doesn't matter either way
She's blowing up, but not in a good way

And when I think about it, it brightens up my day

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Girl Of My Dreams
She's a high priced lawyer
with a penthouse apartment
She's an internet person
who lives up in Boston
She's a 5'5" heiress
to a bagel fortune
She's my long legged personal Willie Horton (yeah)

She's a red-haired singer
In an east side rock band
She's my ex-wife's sister
I can't believe I wanted to kiss her.

Meanwhile I'm on the couch
So everything's not what it seems
But she's the girl of my
This is the girl of my dreams

She wears black lipstick
She's got a moustache
She's nothing but someone new
Muslim, Christian or Jew
She's got a little tattoo
She could be you

She's got her doctorate
She does my laundry
And best of all, she's not you
She's a yoga instructor
I fucked her

Meanwhile I'm on the couch
So everything's not what it seems
But she's the girl of my
This is the girl of my
This is the girl of my dreams
This is the girl of my

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Marylou
She was a West Virginia Girl who made it to New York
26 years old, on the 89th floor
A young financial analyst for Keefe, Bruyette, and Woods
She thought 80s music was good

She got her share of attention
She lived right near Gracie Mansion
She went to see Michael Jackson
On the final weekend of her life
Marylou, Marylou, Marylou

A one pound bag of Twizzlers for that moment after church
The end of lent, she had it in her purse
There was a little romance with a guy from Martinique
The say he was a scuba instructor

She got her share of attention
She lived right near Gracie Mansion
She went to see Michael Jackson
On the final weekend of her life
Marylou, Marylou, Marylou

I wanna meet a southern guy and move to Parkersburg
And have a dog
And wave my arms
And do a dance
And shout woo hoo

Marylou, Marylou,
She disappeared with tower number two

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The Pleasures of Forgetting
I didn't understand half the things she said to me
And I don't want to know about the money or the keys
Just let the pleasures of forgetting wash over me

Supermarket checkout was a mystery to me
She hit me with a diatribe about spontaneity
So let the pleasures of forgetting wash over me

And I don't know if flowers would suffice
And I don't know if I wasn't being nice
And I don't know if lightning will strike twice
But I know that I'll be alright

So many things I dread. So many years for me.
But now it's time to say goodbye to all that used to be
And let the pleasures of forgetting wash over me

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A Torrid Affair
One swallow does not a summer make
One bird doesn't make it any easier to take
And I know my distance and your wishes
But I remember your French kisses
So I wouldn't call it a mistake

We're not friends, but we're friendly
We've got a long history
So let's have a torrid affair

We sorta had this thing (yeah)
But now I know it didn't mean anything

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Selfer
He tired of looking for love in all the wrong places
And he tired of looking up above for love
He tired of all the mornings and lipstick traces
Maybe you know what I'm speaking of

But he won't be fooled again
He's a selfer, and he won't go back to them
And I, won't be led astray
He's a selfer, and he won't make me that way

And the means of production
They can take control of you
But if you're all alone
Stop your crying

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Conventional Wisdom
Conventional wisdom tells me we probably are through
Conventional wisdom tells me it's all because of you
Conventional wisdom tells me the perfect thing to do
Conventional wisdom tells me to walk away from you

Then I turn inside
See what I say
See what I might
Take forever
Exactly as I like

But I don't always heed conventional wisdom
And I don't want to let the pundits rule my heart
And if I could only get you to listen to real wisdom
We could make a brand new start

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Pop Star In Space
He's doing beautifully
He's kicking butt in every way
At 23
He could be

The youngest person
The third paying tourist
And the first
Pop star in space
Pop, Pop, Pop Star. Pop Star in Space
Pop Star in Space

He's been training
At Star City
He's selling soft drinks
He's kicking butt in every way

Is he on the A list?
Is he on the B list?
Is he really weightless?
Does he play the bass?

Pop Star in Space

But what about that
Post-space quarantine?
A small price to pay for a celebrity dream

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Seeing Red
When I pass the convenience store, I'm seeing red
When I think I was here before, I'm seeing red
When I stay awake at night
When I'm lying in my bed
When I turn out the lights, I swear I'm still seeing red

But I don't wanna talk about the way things were no more
And I don't want to find myself
Staring into the window of the risotto store

And I don't watch MTV no more
Since you went away
And I've given up on giving into
The youthful bling bling craze

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Arrested Adolescence
I'm getting tired of this arrested adolescence
I'm getting tired of this whole tired thing
I'm getting tired of this arrested adolescence
I wonder if you're thinking the same thing

Then I come home again and you're on that cell phone
Then we go out again and you leave me alone
Then we're in bed again, the scent is getting cold
I wonder if you're also feeling old

I'm getting tired of this arrested adolescence
And I'm getting tired of this gold wedding ring
And I'm getting tired of this arrested adolescence
But it's all I can do because I love you

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Open Kimono
You're gonna go national
Because you've got what it takes
He said you're gonna go national
And even Rob tried to put on the brakes

You put yourself on a bicycle
What difference does it make?
He said you're gonna go national
Because you got what it takes

And it cost a couple hundred bucks to buy that damn kimono
You made me feel so ostracized, you forced me to go solo
And in the end you had to pull a four-person Menudo
Open Kimono!

Objectify yourself
Objectify your mind
Objectify your head
Objectify life

He said you're gonna go national
Because you've got what it takes
He said you're gonna go national
And even Rob tried to put on the brakes

You put yourself on a bicycle
What difference does it make?
He said you're gonna go national
But it looks like you made a mistake

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World Without Love
Lyrics and Music by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Please lock me away
And don't allow the day here inside
Where I hide withe my loneliness

I don't care what they say
I won't stay in a world without love

Birds sing out of tune
And raindrops hide the moon
I'm okay, here I'll stay
With my loneliness

I don't care what they say
I won't stay in a world without love

So I wait and in awhile
I will see my true love smile, yeah
She may come, I know not when
But when she does I'll know
So baby until then lock me away
And don't allow the day here inside
Where I hide with my loneliness

I don't care what they say
I won't stay in a world without love

So I wait and in awhile
I will see my true love smile
He may come, I know not when
But when he does I'll know
So baby until then lock me away
And don't allow the day here inside
Where I hide with my loneliness
I don't care what they say
I won't stay in a world without love
I don't care what they say
I won't stay in a world without love

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Simple Pleasures
The return of the corset mocks me
It eats me up inside
But I know that thing I'm up against
Is rooted in your pride

And the anti-depressants kill me
And so does that other guy
But I don't think it's cause of what I lack
And I wasn't gonna hide

Simple pleasures and every day miracles
Why can't they happen to me?

I'm going to work today
Don't wanna be alone
Deciding who I'll be confiding to
Cause it's not you
I'm going to work today
Don't call me on the phone
And no email too

Simple pleasures and every day miracles
They're gonna happen to me


 
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