Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson

歌詞

Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, but I think ALL BONDAGE UP YOURS! Ya this is Bran Van giving a shout out to all the Paris suburbs. All the London hounds. All the New York hound dogs. And the NDG, misguided. It was the night before New Years Eve. I had a curious desire for doughnuts. I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she drank from a Tim Horton's promo cup. She read Paris Match by the toilet, some crack pot smoked holiday, I tried desperately to avoid it but that's when she looked my sorry-ass ways. Say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways. Say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways. She said the place where your standing is not even place not for music not even song. And the sadness you see come from deep within me, has been your sadness all along. So don't pretend to be so perfect, I'm quite intent in my traveling gear. What you see is not just a coffee girl, despite of the fact that I'm not even here. It's just like a foxfire. HI BONDAGE UP YOURS! And the snow fell like crushed aspirin on that catholic holiday. She looked me sideways like a crooked lawyer; hung over as the one he played. So don't pretend to be like you are with me because I am, thinking that there is no struggle coming up from the bubble, cuz there is no struggle in your sorry ass ways. Oh, say good-bye. Oh, say good-bye. Ah, say good-bye to your sorry-ass ways. Ah, say good-bye to your sorry-ass ways. I mean where are troubles; ya'll know what to do. Spending money cuz I'm in love with you. I mean I'm worth enough trouble ya'll know what to do. Spells just like the romance, smells go right to you. People fly