| And you're like a 90's Jesus And you revel in your psychosis How are you? You sample concepts like hors d'heuvres And you eat their questions for dessert And is it just me or is it hot in here? And you're like a 90's Kennedy And you're only a million years old You can't fool me. They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots And they'll stumble around like hypocrites And is it just me or is it dark in here? You may never be or have a husband You will never had a old child You will learn to loose everything We are temporary arrangements And you're like a 90's Noah And they laughed at you when yo packed all of your things And they wonder why you're frustrated And they wonder why you're so angry Is it just me or are you set up And God bless you in your travels, in your conquests, and queries |
| No Pressure Over Cappuccino (written by Alanis Morissette) |
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