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B.I.G. Breasts
02:30
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Sometimes I worry that I’m just not being productive
I just really feel that I should spend my time constructively
I sing songs, I write music
I pretend there’s nothing to it at all
And my friends are amazed
But though I’m entering an unstable profession
And everyone knows there’s no food or rent for musicians
My family – they don’t worry
They know that I’ll land on my feet
And I know why this is
It’s cause I’ve got breasts
So I’ll be happy
It’s cause I’ve got breasts
So I’ll get married
I don’t need a career
When I’ve got this derriere
And cause I’ve got breasts
And grow my hair long
And I wear dresses
And I’m skinny – I’ll be fine
I’ll meet a man one day and he will see my ladies
He’ll know I’m fertile so we’ll have a lot of babies
I’ll talk ‘bout my career
But we’ll all know I’m not serious
Cause I just want to breed
And – though men and women are equal in theory
I – think someone should try to remind my family
They want grandkids, nieces, nephews
How could I – possibly refuse them?
Now that’d just be mean.
Because I’ve got breasts
I shouldn’t worry
Because I’ve got breasts
I shouldn’t study
I’ll just keep on looking pretty
And some guy out there will choose me
And cause I’ve got breasts
And grow my hair long
And I wear dresses
And I’m skinny – I’ll be fine
I’ve got knockers, I’ve got jugs
I’ve got two trampolines
I’ve just gotta find a man
Who’ll work and pay for me
That’s not what I want to be
Not what I want to be
Chorus
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2. |
Tired Roar
02:55
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I see a new day, it’s writ in the sky -
I’m wondering why it’s taken so long
For this new day oh to come my way -
I’ve waited so long, I’ve waited so long.
I see a new star, it’s shining so far -
From where I am, from where I stand
Stand here in the dark, except for my star
I whisper my plans alone in the dark.
And it whispers to me and it whispers back
And it chokes me – and I love it back
And it holds my hand – and it holds me tight -
And I can't stand, can't stand
I’m taking my time but I’m never getting older
I’m dying to hide and I’m trying to be bolder
I’m burning up and I’m never getting colder
I’m trying to fight and I’m trying to be a soldier
I never can tell if I am quite well or
If I am sick or if I need fixing
If I need stitches, stitch on the lip - sing
Take a new hit - sing - I cannot tell.
And nothing rings true, I’m thinking of it
What else can I do, thought of it so long
It's part of my skin, I wrote it my hymn
I painted it new and then I bring
I bring it to me – oh I bring it back –
it sees what I do and it holds me back
And it loves me blue and it loves me black –
loves me true, loves me true
I’m taking my time but I’m never getting older
I’m dying to hide and I’m trying to be bolder
I’m burning up and I’m never getting colder
I’m trying to fight and I’m trying to be a soldier
Take my hands in yours – Take my ragged claws
Hate my tired roar – Lately I’ve been so much more
I’m taking my time but I’m never getting older
I’m dying to hide and I’m trying to be bolder
I’m burning up and I’m never getting colder
I’m trying to fight and I’m trying to be a soldier
It’s writ in the sky
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3. |
Wodwo
03:15
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Come find me my eyelids are silver
I’ll be worth something someday I swear
There’s dirt around my mouth and there’s blood in my hair
My torso is fingerprinted by so many things
I haven’t got much time and I’m bound with strings
Come find me tell me lie to me
Say that I’ve never looked so beautiful
Our hands are soldered like our souls
And I’ll believe you cause I’m just so very tired
You say I’m something special as I wash away my face and I know –
This is neither time nor place
Come find me my hands and feet are curled around thorns
My legs are thin and smooth and bloody like they’re trying to make a point
I’m bare and burnt and battered I can’t keep my teeth away
My throat is clogged and choking and there’s blood under my nails
Come find me tell me lie to me
Say that I’ve never looked so beautiful
Our hands are soldered like our souls
And I’ll believe you cause I’m just so very tired
You say I’m something special as I wash away my face and I know –
This is neither time nor place
Hey incandescent one how are you so discreet?
I’ve dreamed a thousand thousand pictures of you walking down my street
Hey level head, you’re freezing out the heat, let me in
Let me find you let us meet and laugh
And tell me that I’m sweet enough
And stare until I’m beaten
You know it’s true:
I’ve never looked so beautiful
Our hands are soldered like our souls
And I’ll believe you cause I’m just so very tired
You say I’m something special as I wash away my face and I know –
This is neither time nor place
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4. |
My Ideal Man
02:01
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My ideal man wears courdroys, my ideal man is kind
He could be any height, I wouldn’t mind
His hair is brightest ginger, the shade my mother hates
He’d love to go for picnics and we’d split the bill on dates
My ideal man is loving, my ideal man is sweet
He could be very girly and petite
He isn’t far too skinny, he isn’t much too fat
He’s got a big nose and he really wants a cat
I’m not asking for too much in someone that I don’t repulse
I hold my loved ones very dear, (I’m) not into anything too weird
What about my prospects? The fellas that I know?
The ones that might be interested, where might our friendships go?
There’s one – he’s kinda racist so it won’t work out
And some – refuse to see you if you wont put out
And some - are weedy spivs and some are rowdy louts
So I’m waiting for the ideal man for me.
My ideal man does magic tricks, my ideal man speaks French
He has a foreign accent and he’s handy with a wrench
He’s manly but he’s gentle,
He’s into science and art,
Although I’ve never met him I love him with all my heart!
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Fingertips
02:11
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Hold my hands tight when I dream
No one’s quite as peaceful as we can be
And you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen (in a long time)
Little kisses on your breath
With my head upon your chest
And it’s so strange to be
With you so close to me
Keep me wrapped up in your arms
So safe and calm and something protective
It’s the only thing effective
Little kisses on your face
And little shivers
And it’s so strange to be
With you so close to me
(interlude)
Hands are stroking down my spine
What’s yours is mine, we’re so good together
I could lie with you forever
Little kisses on your lips
I’m at your fingertips
I’m at your fingertips
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Liberation
01:55
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I can’t be alone in seeing something weird is going on (oh oh)
Thousands of these Western women getting their ideas all wrong (oh oh)
What – is it about liberation for women that you don’t agree with
Do you really hate voting or not getting raped or not getting beaten?
You don’t have to stop shaving your legs to be a feminist (no oh)
You could become a lesbian but only if that’s what you wish (oh oh)
You don’t even have to hate men – that’s not what we’re about (no oh)
We’re not about not having sex, we’re not about not going out (no oh) No!
What – is it about liberation for women that you don’t agree with
Do you really hate voting or not getting raped or not getting beaten?
We don’t want to rule the world
We just support equality for guys and girls
We don’t want to rule the world
We just support equality for guys and girls
What – is it about liberation for women that you don’t agree with
Do you really hate voting or not getting raped or not getting beaten?
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7. |
A Girl Like You
03:46
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I always knew you’d go – you’ve better things to do
With yourself, with your life
But hold my hand this time, stay another night
If you’ll learn one thing from me – from all these
Years – you’re the best thing and we don’t deserve you
You’re my darling: think of what we could do
A girl like me, a girl like you
A girl like me, a girl like you
You’ve got a mother’s touch, I’ve been mothered enough
By her, by you
So let your love bleed out into the lives of those who need you
Like I do, as my friend
You’re a bright thing and we never earned you
I’m a gimmick, there’s a better future for you
Than a girl like me, a girl like you
A girl like me, a girl like you
You’re gonna do me proud but we’re on different roads
I want to be with you.
Now, don’t let anyone steal your love
They wont deserve you if they can’t love you like I do
A girl like me, a girl like you
A girl like me, a girl like you
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8. |
Barbie
03:28
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I just read an article that said some crazy things
This crazy article came from a glossy magazine
It reminded us we should be getting lots of action
And listed ways for ladies to become lots more attractive.
These ways were:
Painting yourself orange, tattooing round your eyes
Getting a vajazzle to give your man a surprise,
Lazering your armpit hair, bleaching your arsehole (with care)
And learning the right things to wear to catch a coupl'a guys.
Apparently it's trendy now to do these sorts of things.
So say the media, and the media is king.
I don't want to be circled wit the red circle of shame,
But if I don't follow these steps I'll only have myself to blame….
So I'll stick diamonds to my vagina
and strip away my hair
And I'll only crap in secret
And I'll bleach my arsehole bare
I want to be a pretty girl, I want to be desirable
And looking like a Barbie doll is going to set me free.
But ladies - remember please: Barbie's not to blame.
I know she's cute and hairless, but she was born that way,
Barbie changed her outfits but she never changed her skin,
Her knockers give her back pain but she still never gives in
She's had hundreds of careers; mother, doctor, engineer,
She beat harassment in the workplace, she even went to space
With a smile upon her face!
Barbie's a career girl, a professional, not a ho
She's massively successful and she's focussed, and we know
That she didn't sleep her way to the top cause she hasn't got a minge
She's not afraid to call the shots, or be feminine
So what would Barbie think
If she could see what we do to ourselves, girls?
If she knew the things we do to look 'acceptable'?
So lets not stick diamonds to our vaginas
Or strip away our hair
Lets crap whenever we need to, just like guys to
Cause that's fair.
I want to be a pretty girl, I want to be desirable
But being more like Barbie is going to set me free -
Yes, being more like Barbie is going to set me free.
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9. |
Let Me Be
02:23
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We're just women, not parasites,
If we don't have a rock, we don't shrivel up and die,
I don't talk babies, or when I will breed
I don't want their kisses or the sound of their shrieks
I am my own mother, I am my own pain
I am my own sister, I am my own shame
The lying structure is my cage
I have no lover – but I’m his slave
And he’s praying for me running free (oh)
But he’ll never let me, let me be (no)
You see me running? Look me in the eye
You tie me to the picket fence, and leave me here to die
I have no lover, but he’s my world
He is my saviour, and I’m his girl
And he’s praying for me running free (oh)
But he’ll never let me, let me be (no)
Went to the kitchen, went to my bed
Lover wasn’t there
Cut my tongue, lay myself bare
Lover wasn’t there
I am my own mother, I am my own pain
I am my own sister, I am my own shame
The lying structure is my cage
I have no lover – but I’m his slave
And he’s praying for me running free (oh)
But he’ll never let me, let me be (no)
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10. |
I Love a Ginge
02:02
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I love the freckles
I love the pale, pale skin,
I love how it's slightly fluorescent
I love a ginger
I love to be in the shade,
I'll be waiting with the suncream there for you
My heart has orange wings
I love a ginger
They don't smell like copper, no no no
Despite urban legend, they do have souls
There's no such thing as strawberry blonde
Accept your gingerness, there's nothing wrong with it!
Gingerness is a recessive gene
So I urge you gingers: group up and breed.
I'm currently single, and looking for a ginger
Yes, I'm currently single, and looking
Looking for a ginger.
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11. |
Child of Fury
01:07
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Bon voyage, allons y, take your things when you leave
I’m a child of fury, be frightened of me
Bon voyage, allons y, take your things when you leave.
I’m not coming back and neither will you
I hear you’ve been fucking your secretary too
I’ll be burning an effigy of you
And when you’re not looking I’ll spit in your food
Hey ho off you go now, bye now
Are you feeling sad? Too bad now.
You’ve decided to go, now you’ll take what you’re due,
I hope that you’ve noticed that I’m mad at you
I’ll be posting you gifts that resemble some poo
I’ll be sending you poo, you’ll be getting some poo.
Bon voyage, allons y, take your things when you leave
I’m a child of fury, be frightened of me
Bon voyage, allons y, take your things when you leave.
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