Rule number thirty-one
Do what I say and it'll be okay
If we're tied to the tracks, then you know there's no going back
Rule number thirty-two
It's not your mother that's to blame
For the year that you spent like a nymphomaniac
Can't give it to you, I can't give it
But all my friends, they all just give it away
'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
They're not coming back, just take the Prozac
Try think something nice, don't think about how all your friends have started looking the same
'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
We're tied to the tracks, there's no going back now
We're tapping on your window
We're looking around for something to say
For something to say
There's someone in the garden
Looking around for something to say
Something to say
"Put the money in the bag", said the girl to the boy
Hey, boy, I think she found her favourite toy
It's not love, she can't be in love
If every time they fuck, she'll dress him like a cowboy
Don't give it a name, don't think about how all your friends have started looking the same
'Round, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
We're tied to the tracks, there's no going back now
We're tapping on your window
We're looking around for something to say
For something to say
There's someone in the garden
Looking around for something to say
Something to say
All those kids who threw stones
In your spokes
You'll never have to see 'em again
My Hollywood, my Mary Anne
What's it worth if I'm never gonna get it again?
My Hollywood, my skeleton key
I wear your skin, but I'm never gonna get it again
All those kids who threw stones
In your spokes
You'll never have to see them again
What's it worth, it isn't free
My Hollywood, I'm never gonna get it again
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