Lyrics
Standing In The Rain
My head, it hurts, each day it's getting worse,
My looks and smile have now become my curse,
Tight lips, red skirt the never ending street,
Big car, little man, my lover for a fee...

So if ya see me will ya just drive on by,
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if ya want me, well, I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you!

Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby missing since 1983
Standing in the rain...
20 years of dirty needles, rain drops running through my veins!

My head, it hurts, each day it's getting worse,
No sun, my room has now become my hearse,
Cold sores, I'm beat, got bruises on my feet,
My pride, these men have taken it from me!

So if ya see me will ya just drive on by,
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if ya want me, well, I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you!

Standing in the rain...
Milk carton mug shot baby missing since 1983,
Standing in the rain...
20 years of dirty needles rain drops running through my veins!

So if ya see me will ya just drive on by,
Or will i catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if ya want me well I guess I want you
Oh prety baby how could you!

Standing in the rian...
Milk carton mug shot baby,
Mother I have lost my way
Cut The Curtains
My girl, you're so hot when you walk you melt snow
And now that disco has finally grown old
Let's buy back our souls

So let's see, we've got five bucks between you and me
My mental dishes are finally clean
So cleared are we

                    Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
                    Intermission's a mission on its own

Now here, seems our wax wings have melted away
And we've only been here for one day
My faith fades away

So don't be, a gray cloud when there's none in the sky
We found there's no hidden treasure to find
At least we tried

                    Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
                    Intermissions's a mission on its own
                    Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
                    Grab your suitcase, we don't have time to fold

There is no doubt, you throw your inbox out

                    Cut the curtains, the actors have gone home
                    Intermission's a mission on its own
                    Cut the curtians, the actors have gone home
                    Grab your suitcase, we don't have time to fold

We don't have no time to fold

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