Take a look at what you're doing, it doesn't matter to me. What a shame that you can't control your jealousy. . I know you better than you might think.
My black market white baby dealer. Is hunting around overseas. My black market white baby dealer. Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me. Clean, fresh white babies to me.
Valentine. If you're rolling over me. I bet the farm that you can. Read my mind. Skimming through the classifieds. You're on the up and up. . Do you, do you want it.
Don't give me that sucker-fish shit. Your love life ain't that hurting. And you always seemed to get what you. Wanted without flirting. . You're not the only one.
(Yeah). . I never said nothing. I never said nothing. I never said nothing. I never said nothing. . I don't know where you heard it. Don't know who's spreadin' it 'round.
Jeremy Engle. Lives in a tangled. Rent controlled apartment. With his communist family. . There are books all around them. The dining room table is lacquered.
Every time I see your face I get all wet between my legs. Every time you pass me by, I heave a sigh of pain. . Every time I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste.
Everyone's talking 'bout Elvis. 'Cause it seems like the thing that we do. Elvis is walking around listlessly. Seems he can't even die if he wanted to.
The things they say are getting harder to take. But I can't get out of what I'm into. And the jokes they tell are meant to wish me well. But I can't get out of what I'm into.
See that girl alone. Dressed all in her evening clothes?. She's dying. 'Cause her boyfriend didn't show up. . Pull her out of line. Stick her in a waiting room.