Bossa Nova

Well I think I hate you
Isnt this fun
Youre gonna shoot
And I darling loaded the gun
I think Im done
What train did you step off of anyway
I really dont care
Im the luckiest girl
Gonna lie with you baby
cause theres nowhere else
I can lay

Im never talking to you again
Ill go join the marines
And then I will peacefully sail away with some safe magazines
Did you hear what I say
You cant fall down the stairs two times the same way
And I really dont care
Im the luckiest girl
Gonna tell you I love you
More than anything else
I can see

If people were cars Id be covered with scars
Ill hold on to my dignity
I bought this old dress to cover the mess
Dont take it off I dont want you
I dont want you to see

Stop singing that song
Ill stand hard like a tree
Yeah you make me sick
You red razor nick get your hot hands off me
Maybe youre from the moon
Sensibility tells me that this is too soon
Oh my bounds of ? ?

Im the luckiest girl
Yeah and I want you baby
More than anything else
More than anything else
More than anything else
In the room
More than anything else
In the room