Figure 7

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

Lyrics

It was around about seven o clock this girl had made me stop and it was getting late This one she makes me wait all the time – but that’s all right – I don’t mind you gotta set ‘em free and if they come back to you well then I guess it was meant to be It was about that time that we walked into the party everybody could see this girl had already started From the look in her eye from the wave of her hair everybody starts to stare - like she’s really gonna care Met her at the corner down at State and Main And she took my heart away I said maybe I’m to blame But she went up to the corner and tried to get a hit I can’t be there with this shit And she don’t read too many books And she don’t wear too many clothes She lives on Strawberry Street I see her drinking at the Avenue B She’s gettin’ freaky with the Wizard of Oz Sippin’ and trippin’ on Alice’s tea She sleeps in a velvety bag Waitin’ for the day when she don’t have to wake up no more I said hold up hold up right there cause she was walkin’ up to me And I had this other girl sittin’ on my lap you see – it was a catastrophe And I wasn’t sure what to do but she just laughed at me Cause I was lookin’ a fool She’s takin’ it easy watchin’ me takin’ rough She’s gonna tease my but then I’m callin’ her bluff Because I know that girl can’t stand to leave alone She never takes me all the way, but she always takes me home I interrupt just to get a cup of tea By the end of the night that mouth was around me I tried to pull it from her mouth but it wouldn’t come out So I dropped that girl when I was allowed And she don’t read too many books And she don’t wear too many clothes She lives on Strawberry Street I see her drinking at the Avenue B She’s gettin’ freaky with the Wizard of Oz Sippin’ and trippin’ on Alice’s tea She sleeps in a velvety bag Waitin’ for the day when she don’t have to wake up no more She sleeps in her room alone – picking up the pieces of her broken soul She puts them in a paper bag – cause she knows it’s time she’s got to let it all go As she’s watching the flames rise can you not see the tears that fill her eyes? Not because she’s gonna die but because she don’t know why everybody has to lie and they won’t stop takin’ and breakin’ and takin’ and breakin’ and takin’ and breakin’ and takin’ and breakin’ and it down And she don’t read too many books And she don’t wear too many clothes She lives on Strawberry Street I see her drinking at the Avenue B She’s gettin’ freaky with the Wizard of Oz Sippin’ and trippin’ on Alice’s tea She sleeps in a velvety bag Waitin’ for the day when she don’t have to wake up no more It was a long hot day but she couldn’t take it any more now The girl won’t leave it alone No – she’s sleeping on that floor now The girl won’t leave it alone