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Nip It In The Bud
02:50
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I've been making like a pendulum
Just swinging to and fro
Oh, he loves me
He loves me not
You know, it's like to give me vertigo
This time I think, "You'll reap just what you sow.
You've got yourself one bad stud."
Then you go and nip it in the bud
Ever since the first time I saw you
My heart's been hammering in my chest
But every time I make headway with you
My superego says, "Give it a rest"
I wanna serenade you but I come out
Sounding like Elmer Fudd
Who'd blame you if you
Nipped it in the bud?
You think my life is cigareets, whiskey &
I'm a wild, wild woman
But how can I show you
That ain't the way I'm living?
'Cause I drink Dubonnet
I keep cigareets at bay
And I've got a sex life like Doris Day
So if I sidle up to you
I'm just pretending you're a single man
I'm just hoping and praying
For the day that I won't be an also-ran
Maybe someday you'll be free
And my name won't be mud
Then you won't have to nip it in the bud
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Eris
02:59
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Do you ever wish that you could dive into the dirt?
It would swallow you whole
Hide you from the hurt
When you confuse your mouth
With another orifice
You've been embraced
In a moron's emetic kiss
Oh, who could have known
That the words that I said
Would burn
Like a molten arrowhead?
I know now
Just how they cut deep
But I didn't let them steep
Before I let them through
What a bitter brew
What a bitter brew
Open your mouth
And insert your foot
I watch the water gurgle
Like a tongueless mute
I could lunge back
For that moment in time
And wish that I were as
Wordless as a mime
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Kohl-Rimmed Eyes
03:37
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Kohl-rimmed eyes
Oh, how romantic!
Those kohl-rimmed eyes
They've got me frantic
I croon
I swoon
I moon
Those eyes, that face
Have brought me to ruin
Black slapshoes
Who could've known
That my heart they'd bruise?
I thought it was my own
That hat
Brickbat
Those spats
I know you'll give them
Tit for tat
I fall in love just like falling out of bed
It's a habit
But with each pratfall I thought I'd laugh 'til I was dead
Dagnabbit
White-washed face
It's got me sighing
All over the place
I'm nearly dying
I yearn
I burn
I'm a furnace
As my stricken heart
Quickens its pace
Slight pursed lips
They're so inviting
Those dancer's hips
And there's no fighting
I saw
They draw
They're law
They're nothing short of worthy of awe
When I saw your bean on that silver screen
It was magic
Though smooth as silk
You're a vanished ilk
I find that tragic
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Megan Lynch South Pasadena, California
Megan Lynch is equally at home singing her original compositions, Tin Pan Alley, rock, pop, country, blues, light opera, and various world musics. She uses a full palette of thrums, yelps, croons, yodels, growls and ululations in order to paint the picture called for by the song. ... more
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