Fix me
I'm broken
Screw me
I'm bored
Pour me a drink
And tell me you love me
I don't even care if it's a lie
Nothing to do yet on a Saturday night
I wait with records spinning 'round and 'round
Calling out the name of me
Or the person I'd like to be
Waiting for the next party to start
I don't want to be a good girl
Already been down that road
Of ribbons and bows in my hair
Sittin' in a corner somewhere
Until the vodka brings me out of my shell
It's time to open up and run about
Have some fun
I'm a bored youth seeking pleasure
And satisfaction
So I scrounge the globe in search of amusment
Found only in excess,
Broken commandments
And a long ride on the porcelain express
I watch the toilet water spin 'round and 'round
I don't know what to do now
You were
The poster child of sin and decadence
But now you preach sobriety
And vow your commitment to some whore
What do I do now
with no one to lead the way?
Someone needs to
Fix me
up a good one
I'm broken
Just screw me
I'm bored with this life
Hold me
So I won't fall off the edge of the earth
The world keeps spinning 'round and 'round
Just fucking fix me
Kiss me and tell me some lies
Before I leave you standing all alone
Copyright 2004 WhiteHorse
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