Thea Gilmore
Thea Gilmore - Bad Idea lyrics
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Perfectly ugly I'm standing up here in front of you Like a living work of art And I can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side But they're my only parts And this town crossed it's legs a long time ago baby When it got sick of trying And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block Like the whole world is dying Oh, oh I have to give everything a name Oh no I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say well you know sweetheart you live on bad ideas She managed them both like some dizzy soap opera queen on the TV And I manoeuvred my way round the rocks smuggling scorn into my words And she didn't even see me I love it when you float off like some great feather in the breeze But the only trouble is I'm left sitting here panting for more Like a bitch on heat, now And oo, oh I have to give everything a name And oh no I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas Skin tight and forthright I can pick this fight alone Hold on we can take it on 'cause only Words can cut to bone Skin tight and forthright I can pick this fight alone Hold on we can take it on 'cause even Words Oh, oh I have to give everything a name Oh no I can smell gas in here again And you say what an explosive little sugar I am And I say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas