Pearls & Peroxide
I'll write the play
You wear the pearls
Type out our destiny in Courier
I'll write the words
You take the pills
Don't care 'bout the flashes, Marilyn
I'll write my best yet
You break down on the set
But no one wears pearls quite like you
I focus on syntax
Your picture picks up slack
Our fictions reach climax
Don't hide behind
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
(P-p-peroxide)
Your wife's at home
But I don't think she'll mind
If you want to meet at the studio
But you got the part
And my plays won't sell
I know that I'm no DiMaggio
I'll write my best yet
You break down on the set
But no one wears pearls quite like you
I focus on syntax
Your picture picks up slack
Our fictions reach climax
Don't hide behind
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
(P-p-peroxide)
I-I-I-I think I would die
For some fuckin' peroxide
On a witch hunt
For some bottle blondes
But no one wears pearls
Quite like you
Goddamn, it may be art
And the reason we're apart
But none of it
No, none of it
I cannot judge
No tongue for it
No, none of it
No, none of it
Is true
(No one wears pearls quite like you)
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
(P-p-peroxide)
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
You wear the pearls
Type out our destiny in Courier
I'll write the words
You take the pills
Don't care 'bout the flashes, Marilyn
I'll write my best yet
You break down on the set
But no one wears pearls quite like you
I focus on syntax
Your picture picks up slack
Our fictions reach climax
Don't hide behind
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
(P-p-peroxide)
Your wife's at home
But I don't think she'll mind
If you want to meet at the studio
But you got the part
And my plays won't sell
I know that I'm no DiMaggio
I'll write my best yet
You break down on the set
But no one wears pearls quite like you
I focus on syntax
Your picture picks up slack
Our fictions reach climax
Don't hide behind
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
(P-p-peroxide)
I-I-I-I think I would die
For some fuckin' peroxide
On a witch hunt
For some bottle blondes
But no one wears pearls
Quite like you
Goddamn, it may be art
And the reason we're apart
But none of it
No, none of it
I cannot judge
No tongue for it
No, none of it
No, none of it
Is true
(No one wears pearls quite like you)
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
(P-p-peroxide)
Your p-p-peroxide
P-p-peroxide
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Allie, Nick Strauch
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