Confetti Lyrics - Vonda Shepard

Skinny little brats 

Walking down Avenue A 

Dangling their cigarettes 

Their Independence Day 

Tears like filigrees 

Wear them on their sleeves 

Nobody's main squeeze 

It's thirty-five degrees 

Poetry of ordinary life 

Is what I live for 

They just wanna be seen 

They just wanna be heard 

My words are like confetti 

And you never pick them up 

They fall to the ground 

I need someone to lift me up 

So diaphanous, so ephemeral 

And all those bad words 

They never learned in school 

Groovy like my mamma was 

In her black turtle neck 

She was so high strung 

She was so low tech 

Poetry and tattooed dreams 

And fourteen carat nose rings 

The children of elite 

Are trying to be street saying 

My words are like confetti 

And you never pick them up 

They fall to the ground 

I need someone to lift me up 

My words are like confetti 

And you never pick them up 

They fall to the ground 

I need someone to lift me up 

Poetry of ordinary life 

Is what I live for 

They just wanna be seen 

They just wanna be heard 

My words are like confetti 

And you never pick them up 

They fall to the ground 

I need someone to lift me up 

My words are like confetti 

And you never pick them up 

They fall to the ground 

I need someone to lift me up