you can’t sit with us!
I’m SO a genie in the bottle.
I’m the MARY!
I know where the car is parked, I know – he isn’t you
sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know
I haven’t seen Barbados so I must get out of this
who is this terrorist?
I don’t think you’re leaving cuz me and Charles Manson like the same ice cream
tuck those ribbons under your helmet be a good soldier
I could just pretend that you love me the night would lose all sense of fear