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Skinny little brats
Walking down avenue a
Dangling their cigarettes
Their independence day
Tears like filigrees
Wear them on their sleeves
Nobody's main squeeze
It's thirty-five degrees
Poetry of ordinary life is what i live for
They just wanna be seen
They just wanna be heard...said
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up
So diaphanous so ephemeral
And all those bad words
They never learned in school
Groovy like my mamma was
In her black turtle neck
She was so high strung
She was so low tech
Poetry and tattooed dreams
And fourteen caret nose rings
The children of elite
Are trying to be street saying
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up
Repeat chorus
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Skinny little brats Walking down avenue a Dangling their cigarettes Their independence day Tears like filigrees Wear them on their sleeves Nobody's main squeeze It's thirty-five degrees Poetry of ordinary life is what i live for They just wanna be seen They just wanna be heard...said My words are like confetti And you never pick them up They fall to the ground I need someone to lift me up So diaphanous so ephemeral And all those bad words They never learned in school Groovy like my mamma was In her black turtle neck She was so high strung She was so low tech Poetry and tattooed dreams And fourteen caret nose rings The children of elite Are trying to be street saying My words are like confetti And you never pick them up They fall to the ground I need someone to lift me up Repeat chorus
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