| Bookstore Whore ala AniD I'm lost in the city and down falls the rain The scarf on my head is all wet The heart in my soul's filled with pain The smell of the asphalt and the factories They're makin' fun of my olfactories A grungy black man just talked to me I begged to just let me be Now i feel like a suburban bitch If you were here, there'd a been no glitch And i'm lost in the city looking for that bookstore Wondering where you are feelin like a stuck up whore If you saw me today You wouldnt recognize me After all this, i wont let you see Cause i'm wearing too much make-up and dressed to the nines Pretending i'm cool Acting like i'm fine I look out of place in your little world I want you to want me i dont want to be a street rat girl And i'm lost in the city looking for that bookstore Wondering where you are feelin like a stuck up whore And i'm lost in the city and i found that bookstore I want all your love and then i want some more |