Monday, June 22, 2009

Metric: SICK MUSE


Soooo siiiick, pun fully intended, TBz. I can forsee the flapper dress coming back into fashion - same goes for sparkler-style fireworks. ENJOY:

Watch out Cupid, stuck me with a sickness,
Pull your little arrows out and let me live my life.
You better watch out Cupid, stuck me with a sickness,
Pull your little arrows out and let me live my life,

The one I better lead
All the blondes of Fantasies

And we looked at them eleven ways
You said, 'look at me', I looked away
And you wrote the song I wanna play
I'll write you harmony in C

Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love
Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead
Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love
Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead
Play the lead
Play the lead

Watch out Cupid, money is a sick muse
Pull your little arrows out and let me live my life.
She said: I'm with stupid. Money is a sick muse
Pull your little arrows out and let me live my life

The one I better lead
All the blondes of Fantasies

And we looked at them eleven ways
You said, 'look at me', I looked away
And you wrote the song I wanna play
I'll write you harmony in C

Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love
Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead
Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love
Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead
Play the lead
Play the lead