Lloyd Cole and the Commotions
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Jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days
She says a girl needs a gun these days
Hey, on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
She is less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San Jose
And her neverborn child still haunts her
As she speeds down the freeway
As she tries her luck with the traffic police
out of boredom more than spite
She never finds no trouble she tries too hard
She's obvious despite herself
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
She says all she needs is therapy yeh all you need is love is all you need
Jodie never sleeps because there are always needles in the hay
She says that a girl needs a gun these days
Hey, on account of all the rattlesnakes
She looks like Eva Marie Saint in On the Waterfront
As she reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance
Her heart.. her heart is like crazy paving
Upside down and back to front
She says”Ooh it's so hard to love
when love was your great disappointment.”
Oh you're a precious little pearl
but tell me true now
Have you ever had a care in the world?
Oh, tell me what's it all about?
You say - Oh, you're so uptight
Well you'll never be so right
Oh you can cry yourself dry
But I'd be surprised if you can muster up a single crocodile
You'll never be a hopeless child
Throw caution to the wind
Forgive yourself your sins
And don't you know you
really are the sweetest thing
There isn't heart enough on you
Do you no longer care or feel that
you have nothing left to prove?
Oh, tell me that it isn't true
I wanted to tell you
that I used to admire you
Oh, you know really that I don't cared
No, I never cared for you
But I used to read about you
and you often would
Throw caution to the wind
And don't you know you
really are the sweetest thing
I was woken up at 4 AM by your screams and anguished cries
Your mother was singing in the bathroom
He will never be my child
Oh, baby talks in her sleep so loud
We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground
You have absolutely no common sense yes I know that's your charm
You spend the whole day on the phone you say well it helps you stay calm
You cling to my arm yes I know that's your charm
And when I ask you what you want you say a diamonte crocodile
Well then could you give me some peace you say Well maybe for a while
Sometimes you know you could almost be a child
Oh, must you tell me all your secrets
When it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing
We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground
You are your own worst enemy
So don't expect my sympathy
Oh, go back to your mother's house
And cry your little heart out
You came driving back to town in a beat up Grace Kelly car
Looking like a friend of Truman Capote looking exactly like you are
Yes, I know that's your charm
So don't ask if I still want you only ask me if I must
I've been blown around so long don't know which senses to trust
Oh no.. but I know that I must
Oh, must you tell me all your secrets
When it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing
We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground