| (This one doesn't have a title) i want to be his Valentine pixie in a tulip suit but i am not a pixie nor am i a Valentine lover girl i want to be soft and pink and cute and have lollipop lips Oh, angel, you have the face of a lucky boy i want to take you to the moon i wish you would stare at me, wish to me and whisper, "hey, cutie, take your lovesick stares and electricute kiss me till all the stars explode make our heads fill up with fireworks, tin christmas trees, and heart-shaped bubbles" put your lilac skin and lilly-pink lips close to mine break my eyes into sugar cubes drop my love into a pill sized space capsule and swallow tear down my metal coated heart |
| (another song without a title?)* i don't suppose that you would be the kind that likes the kind like me my hopes stay low. i can't believe that you could give your heart to me. the way you play, the way you move you move like old school dj's do i can't tell what's me , what's you your drum machines insinc(sp?) with my heartbeat use music strings to move my feet make a marianette (sp.) out of me now tug on my heartstrings, my pet and let me be your love puppet |
| * feelin' alright bright as a satellite give a light- lavender eyed boy tonight i'll be your eden cloud nine is in your arms kisses laced with starlight tonight |
| blue to gold song* I inch forward little brown eyes browns my favorite color now you smile like a muted shade of orange my favorite color now pull apart the blue you're gonna rip the universe yellow how was i suppose to know that stars shine brighter in the ground coat my cobalt throat with golden it's my favorite color now i hope i get you soon i hope you rip the universe yellow i use to dream about crashing into space while venus rings grew in my head now bruised is out fresh skin is in you've got me marmalade all about |
| maniacal angel* open your eyes. i'll kiss your hands and tell you that you don't have to cry, maniacal angel, you're mine something sparkles under violet he is the twinkle in my tummy i've looked around and there is no one i want but you how lucky it seems to have you as the boy of my dreams and if you are the one that i'm dreaming of i'm never going to wake up |