Lost Weekend : Lyrics

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
and double pneumonia in a single room
and the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you?

This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep
with ashtray clothes and miss lonleyhearts' pen
with which I wrote for you a love song in tatoo upon my palm
'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand

You see I, I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces
Too easily

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
and my aim was taboo, you
could we meet in the market place
did I ever hey please, did you wound my knees?

You see I, I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it
Drop me and I'll fall to pieces
Yes it's too easy

There's nobody else to blame
Will I hang my head in a crying shame
There's nobody else to blame
Nobody else except my sweet self again

It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
twenty four gone years to conclude in tears
that the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you?

This is the story of a most unfortunate girl
Millicent, forever ill, at odds with this world
Big bad world

She has nametags on her clothing
So that she can be herself
When she goes out into it
She comes back as someone else
She lost herself

Millicent is doing it again
Millicent is losing everything

She can't go out dancing
Or go jogging in the park
Her idea of fun is a walkman and some dark
Big world

Millicent is running out of space
Gloria is blowing her away

Scratched her name upon the door
And locked herself away
Just ran out of space
But ain't it hard to be your self, these days

Millicent is losing everything
Millicent is under polythene

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