Bad Idea Lyrics - Burning Dorothy - Thea Gilmore

Perfectly ugly I'm standing up here in front of you 

Like a living work of art 

And I can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side 

But they're my only parts 

And this town crossed its legs a long time ago baby 

When it got sick of trying 

And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block 

Like the whole world is dying 

Oh, oh I have to give everything a name 

Oh no I can smell gas in here again 

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am 

And I say well you know sweetheart you live on bad ideas 

She managed them both like some dizzy soap opera queen on the TV 

And I manoeuvred my way round the rocks smuggling scorn into my words 

And she didn't even see me 

I love it when you float off like some great feather in the breeze 

But the only trouble is I'm left sitting here panting for more 

Like a bitch on heat, now 

And oo, oh I have to give everything a name 

And oh no I can smell gas in here again 

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am 

And I say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas 

Skin tight and forthright 

I can pick this fight alone 

Hold on we can take it on 'cause only 

Words can cut to bone 

Skin tight and forthright 

I can pick this fight alone 

Hold on we can take it on 'cause even 

Words 

Oh, oh I have to give everything a name 

Oh no I can smell gas in here again 

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am 

And I say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas