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Hit the Heartbrakes

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Call the ghost in your underwear.
Call the ghost in your underwear who?
Call the ghost in your underwear "boo".
It's fine, all right, you can stay the night,
but please be gone by next morning's light.
Oh, please don't pout.
Don't cause a scene.
Oh, babygirl, don't be mad at me.

Oh, boo, what can I do?
It's not me, yeah, it's you.
You've been hittin' the heartbrakes hard.
It ain't no use, cos we're still gonna crash,
cos you're still keeping after me.
It's flattering, but really!

Abracadabra!
Every summer you disappear.
Cos it's so sticky in the Dirty South.
It's hot as balls.
Hey now, watch your mouth!

I must repeat: I think you're sweet.
But ain't no way that I'm gonna meet
your mother, your father,
your dog or your brother,
your nephew and niece, girl,
I just can't be bothered.

Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes, baby,
you're driving crazy.

Hurricane Jane

Jane, I've made it plain,
although I'm faded as a ghost:
I want you here inside me.
Say the word.
Oh, you've been playing nice,
but I can see it in your eyes,
you're thinking, "Christ.
He's everybody's girl."

You can't spend the night...

Jane, I've seen you at the club.
You were tearin' up the rug
with no regard for form.
You're such a brute!
You had a ready elbow
for the girls you hate
or just don't know.
You head-butt me,
cos you thought it was cute.

You can't spend the night...
Yes, I'm sure you're right.
You can't spend the night...
Yeah, I'm sure you're right.
You can't spend the night...
Yes, I'm sure you're right.
But we could spend the night together.
Or alone. That would be better.

It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody.
Oh, what's the use of making a bed?
I took something and it feels like karate;
it's kicked me down and left me for dead.
It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody,
so what's the use of pulling a shape?
I put what I want, when I want, in my body.
I'm never gonna give what I take.

Jane, I've seen the pain you've dealt.
You've been with all my friends.
You tell me guard my heart,
I might get hurt.
No doubt you'll hurt my feelings,
and it's a given I'll be kneeling.
But I'm telling myself
that it's gonna be worth it.

I'm Making Eyes At You

So, you want my affection.
We both know you'll only throw it away,
but if you must have a go,
fine okay.
If you must have a go,
then go away.

I'm making eyes at you.
I've been making these eyes now,
making these eyes since '82.
I've been making them green and
grey and brown and delta blues.
I'm reciting a mantra,
but I can't tell you
cos you're missing to me.
That's all you'll ever be.

Please don't, please don't speak;
you'll kill the mystique.
Oh, baby, let's not, let's not dance;
we'll ruin our chances.
In between the drinks
I can't help but think,
that baby, even as we speak
we kill the mystique.

You are missing to me,
and I am missing much:
your sleepy panda eyes,
those dangerous thighs,
your dirty touch.
You are the wildest one,
but you're the one that I want.
I'm making eyes at you,
that's all I ever do.

So, you want my affection.
We both know you'll only throw it away,
but if you must have a go,
fine okay.
If you must have a go,
then go away.

I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

You are the girl that I've been dreaming
of ever since I was a little girl.

One!
I'm biting my tongue.
Two!
He's kissin' on you.
Three!
Oh, why can't you see?
One! Two! Three! Four!

The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance! dance! dance! dance!
The second I do, I know we're gonna be through.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He don't suspect a thing. I wish he'd get a clue.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance! dance! dance! dance!

One!
You're biting my tongue.
Two!
I'm kissin' on you.
Three!
Is he better than me?

I've Underestimated My Charm (Again)

Like many a Mael,
I get angst in my pants.
And goddamn it to hell,
it don't help if I dance.

And you, you're not doing too well.
All the blogs are about you, girl.
They caught you in the park after dark
giving head to a statue, girl.
Oh, cruel!

Didn't mean to do you no harm,
I just underestimated my charm.
And if I ever bother to tell you the truth,
oh, baby, you're too much sugar
for my sweet tooth.

You're on your honeymoon
and you're sending me notes.
You hope to see me soon.
You've got "see" wrapped
in quotes.
I used to find it funny to say,
"What's your man got to do with me?"
But then I saw him downtown
placing bets on the hounds.
He was as big as a house!
We can't be messin' around!

Every time we kiss
it's like an inside joke
I always miss.
Our love is like a tug-of-war.
Don't touch me, girl,
I can't hug no more!

I Wanna Be Your Limousine

If your mother had her druthers,
won't be riding with another
rolling stone.
If these bitches had three wishes,
you'd be busted up with stitches
comatose.
With a broken nose.

I wanna be your limousine.
Are you diggin' what I mean?
I wanna be your limousine.
Sick and sick, let's split the scene.

These pretty boys all call you "poison",
but we never let those boys in.
Tit for tat.
It's unexciting, all the fighting.
All these suckers always biting
where it's at.
Where's it at? (Where's it at?)
Aw, check out back.

I wanna be your limousine.
Are you diggin' what I mean?
I wanna be your limousine.
Sick and sick, let's split the scene.

Oh, you shake me like a coup.
I feel I don't know what to do;
you're just a child.
You'd say "sike-naw" to an outlaw.
It's like sparring with a southpaw
swingin' wild.

I wanna be your limousine.
Are you diggin' what I mean?
I wanna be your limousine.
Sick and sick, let's split the scene.

Listen To Your Body Tonight

Listen to your body tonight -
it's gonna treat you right.
Listen to your body tonight -
it's gonna treat you right.

When I first met you,
you was livin' in your Dae Woo.
You were wearin' chit-chat shoes.
You were illin' on voo doo.
Yeah, you were tryin' to hex me -
all tellin' me I'm sexy.
Yeah, always tryin' to text me,
or dance next to me,
sayin'...

Listen to your body tonight -
it's gonna treat you right.
Listen to your body tonight -
it's gonna treat you right.
Don't be scared to fall in love
cos you don't like heights.
Oh, listen to your body tonight -
it's gonna treat you right.

So, now you're in my bedroom.
All talkin' bout some boom-boom.
But you really shouldn't assume,
cos my man is coming home soon.
He ain't tryin' to have rival.
You best think of your survival.
Yeah, I ain't tryin' to be liable.
I swear it on the bible.
I swear it on the bible.

Hello?
(Hello, this is your Body.)
What do you want my Body?
(I wanna feel somebody on me.)
Okay.
Hello?
(Hello, this is your Body.)
What do you want my Body?
(I wanna feel somebody on me.)
Okay.
Hello?
(Hello, this is your Body.)
What do you want my Body?
(I wanna feel somebody on me.)
Okay.
Hello?
(Hello, this is your Body.)
What do you want my Body?
(I wanna feel somebody on me.)

Look At Me (When I Rock Wichoo)

Over and over, baby.
Making me feel this way.
If true love waits, it's a big mistake.
No need to feel ashamed.

When the clock says stop,
we're all gonna drop.
I don't care if we get caught.
When the clock says stop,
we're all gonna drop.
I don't care what you've been taught.
I say "baby", you say "bump it".
All you wanna hear is Gabriel's trumpet.
When the clock say stop,
we're all gonna drop, we're all gonna drop,
we're all gonna drop.

If half of what they say is true,
look at me when I rock with you.
If half of what they say is true,
look at me when I rock with you.
Sure, I know it's apocalypse,
but can't it wait till I kiss your lips?
If half of what they say is true,
look at me when I rock with you.

You make me feel so helpless.
I meet you after school.
So tired of kissing, shooting and missing...
making me feel a fool.

You never wanna give me some -
you're gettin' off on kingdom come.
Well, if the Lord take you tonight,
c'mon girl, you best treat me right.
Sure, I know it's happenstance,
but you're gonna give me your last dance.
If half of what they say is true,
look at me when I rock with you.
When I rock with you...
When I rock with you,
don't glance around.
When I rock with you...
When I rock with you...
When I rock with you,
just feel the sound.

Love Me Already

My girl's been a real whore -
spending her time with Theodore.
Now, Teddy, he's my bestfriend,
but...with friends like these,
who needs enemies?

My mother, she told me,
"You're being silly. Talking talking
crazy."
Don't tell me what my problem is -
just tell me what she's doing at his
apartment at midnight?
I didn't get an invite.
Tonight on my birthday,
that ain't half right.
My best boy, Teddy...
that skeezer, how could he?
Goddamn it, girl, just love me already?

Can't you
love love love me already?
Love love love me already, baby.
Love love love me already.
Love love love me already, baby.

My father he told me,
"Biting or begging:
love hurts your knees.
You can't treat women like hotels.
Why should she love you?
She knows you so well."
Now I'm at a payphone,
humming so slow to her busy tones.
Now I knock on Ted's door,
keeping time with my heart beat.
(Now he knocks on Ted's door,
keeping time with his heart beat.)
Now I knock on Ted's door,
keeping time with my heart beat.
The whore lets me in,
and it looks like a party.

Surprise. Surprise -
it's your party, baby.
I know you hate secrets,
but try not to hate me.
Yeah, Teddy and I,
we kept it all on the sly.
So, baby, don't cry,
and please won't you try
to love me already?
Love me already.
Baby, don't cry,
and please won't you try?
Baby, don't cry,
and please won't you try to?

Love love love me already.
Love love love me already, baby.
(Can't you?)
Love love love me already.
Love love love me already, baby.
Love love love me already?
Love love love me already, baby.
Love love love me already.
Love love love me already, baby.
Ready baby?
Ready baby?
Ready baby?

My Christian Name

My girl's beautiful
with two black eyes.
She doesn't get them from me;
she gets them from other guys.
I tickle her names, but she flatly refuses.
Her kaleidoscope bruises
are just what she chooses.

When we're sliding
she calls me by my christian name.
She's playing Psycho Candy
again and again.
She don't believe in sin,
and she never feels no shame.

Oh, my girl's building things
she won't let me see.
She's making mud out of me.
She's making knees for the bees.
She taught me how to curse
like the jetsam and flotsam.
Now I know how to boss 'em.
Yeah, it's pretty fuckin' awesome.

She's got no middle name
I could ever call her.
She's filling me with fever -
giving me cholera.
I wanna tell her that I love her,
but I don't want to be a bother.

Here, you, that'll be right.
Leaving me alone on a Saturday night.
Tsk, tsk, wipe off the disc.
TCB is always a risk.
You know I always get caught
whenever I want to have a wee shot.

She's got no middle name
I could ever call her.
She's filling me with fever -
giving me cholera.
I wanna tell her that I love her,
but I don't want to be a bother.

Partie Traumatic

Hugs and kisses from the girls and the boys:
We get it automatic.

This jungle is massive,
so please don't be so passive.
Be aggressive, impress us,
and they will get the message.
Oh, your father, he had it -
for us it's automatic.
Yes, it's magic, dance magic.
Oh, it's partie traumatic -
do it!

Oh, this planet is static;
it's not our demographic.
We are steppin' galactic,
and just a bit satanic.
Yeah, your mother, she hacked it -
for us it's automatic.
Yes, it's magic, dance magic.
Oh, it's partie traumaic -
do it!

Hugs and kisses from the girls and the boys:
We get it automatic.
Live like champs, though we're unemployed.
We get it automatic.
Stay the night and you can have some grits.
We get it automatic.
Sure, you're right, this song is the tits.
We get it automatic.
All right, all right...
We get it automatic.
All right, all right...
We get it automatic.
All right, all right...
We get it automatic.
All right, all right...
We get it automatic.