Punk rock love. Punk love, punk love. . Punk rock love. Punk love, punk love. . Punk rock love. Punk love, punk love. ....
Please stop dancing in my head. I have cried till I'm half dead. Please stop dancing in my head. . Please stop dancing in my mind. I have cried till I'm half blind.
A pretty girl is like a minstrel show. It makes you laugh, it makes you cry, you go. It just isn't the same on radio. It's all about the makeup and the dancing and the oh.
I'll linger here. Your ring upon my finger, dear. And sing till dawn. A song of you and me and what and why. . For time is all. I have to keep. Between these walls.
I'm just a painted flower on silk brocade. Left in the sun, I will slowly fade. Fade to nothing like I'd never been made. Like I'd never been made. . I'm just a painted flower, a frozen bloom.