3rd April 2007 2:03 am
Shanti is 17 and is just discovering Yolo culture. She hates her best friend’s boyfriend, but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.
(you) Pretty little angels hit hardest,
when there ain’t no time to think at all.
And it hurts so…
When you wear your hair up…
So tell me about your day, but don't tell me about last night.
Your mouth keeps jabbering away, but I don't hear a…
(yeah, tell me all u know about heart ache)
(but don't make a sound)
Tell me all you know about…
You Pretty little angels are sure something.
All menthol breath and raccoon eyes.
But you break so…
Oh she's bored again. Flips her hair and I'm hers again.
And I know, I’ll be sore again, but it's been so long, I can't complain.
So tangle and untangle, what no one knows won't hurt a soul.
And I’ll hate you when I’m alone again…
But you save your spite for someone else,
some cow-eyed schmuck that's swinging on your gibbet.
But I wanna know, I wanna know.
What you're like when you're not cleaning out your gutters.
And I wanna see, what you're like,
without the guilt and the vengeance, pulling at your tether.
And I wanna hear, I wanna hear,
you say you'll love him forever with your fingers crossed.
Oh and I wanna see, the look on your face,
when you ain't half started but he's cleaning up, cleaning up.
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