I peek at you in secret
I ignore you just in time
I giggle like a schoolgirl
I convince you that I'm fine

I'd do anything and more to make you mine

I curse your taste in lovers
I judge your lack of spine
I put you down in public
I manipulate, malign

I'd

you rave on about a car drive
somewhere out in Germany
you had dinner near some river
like you can't get that with me

and it all sounds so familiar
I make sure to bite my tongue
it's done nothing else but trouble
kind of like our song

and all because
all I

alright, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up
I've been steady out of focus now for long enough
don't talk about my heyday being way, way over
just a touch of make-up here and I'm off

I'm gonna be loved
I'm gonna be loved

L.O.V.E.D.

you fake it till you make i

I wasn't even seventeen when I believed the grass was greener
where life is one big movie scene
of beauty queens and paper boy achievers

Wednesday nights at Mary's house I tried to open up to Jesus
cause I had seen them raise their brows
to the only non-believer in

Am

I wasn't even seventeen when I believed the grass was greener Where life is one big movie scene Of beauty queens and paper boy achievers Wednesday nights at Mary's house I tried to open up to Jesus C

so here we go again
straight into reverse
now that I have made these scenes
I could hardly make it worse

but I hate to see you 'happy'
how you've gotten on with life
and bored with me so quickly
it hurts, but I tell you that

it's that blank that kills me

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach

Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm driving by your house
Though I know that you're not home

But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
Yo

The copper shades you wore
Were very big and green
And I was only feather-light
Above the engine-roar
In the smell of gasoline
You'd make sure I'd hold on tight

And there we'd go with no direction
Anywhere the wind would blow
And I would ask you all these quest

Look at you now
In such a rush but one big step behind
You need a clue now
All blinded by the gypsy of your mind

If you give me your hand - I'll do what I can to get you calm
By making up the meaning of the lines in your palm

Look at you now
Uptight and denial for

Our fireworks at New Year were the bomb
The fun was short in a bar miles further on
The drama it was all over the news

I was up watching from the couch all night
With no one there to release my tunnel sight
Where were you when all hell broke loose

Just a few disasters

I've got a job back in Texas
Cutting the grass before breakfast
Cleaning the park
I'm there til it's dark
But I'm saving up for a Lexus

I know it's fun
But I've got to leave
Over the sea with my family
Just for a smile
To be there for a while
And the dif

and then there was a fload of tears
the secrecy, the question and
the answer with the silence treat

and then, there was phony smile
of irony, a double bad with single sheet
the sealing mirror with a focus switch
a black as nine and a lack of mine lore lips
tiny litt

so spring never came
no need to digress
it is what it is
this too shall pass

now summer has gone
you need a new plan
before you know
it's winter again -

all over again

you'll be alright
I know for a fact
just look at the twins
remember the pa

Mother was not that alert
And I did not try to pull at her skirt
That day when on the swing set

I hurt my heels

Father says I had indeed
This thing for height, this thing for speed
That does not quite explain how

I hurt my heels

It was a cloudless day that day
When you semi-sadly said:
'Why does it always rain on me'
And I felt really bad

I saw you hiding from the rain today
From underneath your hood
You pulled a funny face
And I felt really good

there was this long-haired girl down in Texas
she had a mission to convert my mind
she bought a Bible meant as a present
in which she wrote down and underlined:

"see, in Him there is no darkness"

He is light!
He is light!
He is light!

Jesus doesn't love me,

And here I am again
Crying
Back again
Trying to think clear
But it's hard to see straight
Through hasty heaping tears

Please, let these be left-over tears
Lost
These have to be left-over tears
They must…

And there you were again
Sitting

We met at redhead Mary's house
On a Bible study night
I heard she was a rebel
Once until she saw the light
Then in the backseat of a crowded car
After weeks of holding hands
She was slipping me the tongue
Among her Christian friends

We could chuckle and talk for

he'd asked her to come to California where it's even warmer than in Texas
he tells her twice to lose her glasses as they pass the masses on the streets
Jackie she sees what a lady is not supposed to see
Jackie she starts to scream and gets up on her knees

it'd been the perfect

it could be the Christmas season
why I want to get away
and just lately for no reason
I've been thinking of LA

there's a place called Laurel Canyon
where Houdini still has fun
I've been dying for some action
and a little bit of sun

let's catch a plane to Calif