| Foxy Moron He�s on the floor with his moves and more With his tan and his sixty dollar crew cut, He�s the poster guy for what money can buy, With the look and a little bit of luck. Sometimes they stare, he can tell they�re there, He can feel their eyes upon his back, But he�s used to it, with his chiseled chin, It�s his pecs and his jaw-dropping six pack. Make way for the foxy moron. He knows they�d all have him if they could. Make way for the foxy moron, Vanity never looked so good. She�s less impressed with him undressed Than he expected her to be. It�s the same routine from week to week, With the silence and the stifled apologies. He�s unaware she�s lying there, A little numbed by what she�s feeling. He�s realized he�d have a better view If he lit the mirror on the ceiling. Back issue of Maxim piled high by the toilet seat. The perfection of the hair cut�it�s no easy feat. The bill for the hair gel totaled $80 in the last two months alone. The extent of his maintenance has heretofore gone untold. Slumber Party I�m leaning into your motorcycle, I�m begging you for a ride, I�m asking you to come to my slumber party. Hey there street savvy, it�s time to listen up� You think that you�re the tough one but I know you�re not that tough. Bring me the head of John the Baptist Place it on the TV set, don�t you forget Don�t you forget, won�t you forget. Do you like fancy special drinks? I�m mixing them up in the sink. Do you like orange, red, or pink? I�ve got a golden dance floor�come around, I�ll show you what it�s for. Hand picked, hand selected, exciting and unexpected. Running man into the strobe light, disco balls are all part of the act I�ve got to tell you this one little fact: I�ve got a secret. But I�m not telling you tonight. Do you like paper sleeves? Do you like rolled up leaves? My sleeping bag is built for two. I think it�d be just right for me and you. Late night, it�s time to go to sleep. Sit back, relax, the best part of the slumber party. Sit back, relax, be glad you�re at my slumber party. Galaxy Girl I�m a galaxy girl I claim earth as my world, But it doesn�t have to be this way. I�m a galaxy girl, I�ve got iridescent skin And hair made up of comet flames. I�m a galaxy girl. Some people mistake me for those Star Trek chicks And InterPlanet Janet wants to be me. Some people say I rival Judy Jetson, but to them I say, She don�t know what hip is. I�m a galaxy girl I claim earth as my world, But it doesn�t have to be this way. I�m a galaxy girl, I�ve got iridescent skin And hair made up of comet flames. |
 |