1. |
Syfy Girlfriend
02:47
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set phasers to stun
don’t wanna hurt no one
she’s the queen amidala to my dr. brown
shields up, get down!
blasters all around
we’re space ninjas, baby!
fighting our way out
i must be out of my mind
because she’s outta this world
and she’s never gonna be
my syfy girlfriend
syfy girlfriend
it’s the future of the future
and we’re running out of time
melmac's been invaded by optimus prime
alderaan’s been sold
to a wookie on the payroll
and they've got tribble trouble, baby
on the enterprise
she’s a sleestak
she’s a cylon
gordon shumway
maybe nien nunb
but she’s never gonna be...
she’s never gonna be
my syfy girlfriend
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2. |
Double or Nothing
01:34
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I couldn't understand your voicemail
but I think we broke up last night
on Flatbush Avenue, on the way home from the city
I still think that you're pretty
but you're a crazy bitch
It's times like these I play my cards close to my chest
you're much more interested in stacking the deck inside my head
I hear your voice and have no choice but to left you back in bed
My bleeding heart might fall apart, but it hasn't happened yet
And I bet that
I haven't seen the last of you
double or nothing
My breaking heart might fall apart
I just want to know
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girl with the star tattoos, it used to be me and you
and now it’s only me -- how sad.
we used to stay out all night, wake up to the price is right
but now it’s only me in my bed
those tattoos used to make me happy
now they remind me that i’m lonely
girl with the star tattoos, whatever happened to you?
i called you but you never called me back
i used stay up til dawn, wondering what went wrong
but i think that you just found somebody else
those tattoos used to light my flame
but now i think they’re kinda lame
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4. |
Segue
02:37
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I speak too softly for my own good
I don't keep the promises I should
Let it ride and let me slip away
I've said way too much to just save face
I wish that there were time for second takes
A second chance to make the same mistakes
or let it all just hit the cutting room floor
or act on moments I chose to ignore
If these walls could talk, the stories they could tell
they've seen me cry and play with myself
they've heard the incoherent words I write
they ache and creek to keep me up at night
I replay each day in my head
And each night is the same as the rest
The calendar has changed, I haven't yet
I haven't yet...
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the first time that i met you
i knew we wouldn’t get along
the next time that i saw you
made me want to write this song
i wanna punch your lights out
girls all think you’re handsome
no matter where you lurk
and i don’t understand it
cuz i think you’re a jerk
i wanna punch your lights out
i wanna punch your lights out
i wanna punch your lights out
you’re a blight on humanity
and i won’t feel sorry
when i finally get to punch your lights out
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