a birthday wish for you my dear
a wish your hair will catch on fire
when they bring your free cake
alanis sang of irony
and hootie sang of love
i cant think of who could sing
the ballad of how much i
despise you. truly.
they say jesus loved the outcasts
and outkast loved the booty
and children love their lolipops
and you, you love a memory
a memory that is inside you
somewhere
helan hunt for it
seek and find for it
dance and jive for it.
see, the world has said it's lies to me
lied for hours and hours
i ignore it and deplore it
jesus loved my skin
he wanted my flesh to save you
wanted my booty to help you
tough spot your in
tough spot indeed
someone cares that you're crying
and he'll collect the tears in a can
and when you fuck him over too
happy birthday,
i hope he dumps it on your head.
and you can cry alone at night
listen to your dashboard
and jesus can promise you
whatever dreams and memories you can hope to come true
but the world already told me it's truth
and though it may be hard for you to understand
the secret...... it isn't you.
4:33 pm - 12.03.04
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