Avenues
Pretty, funny, silly, goofy
Perfect, loving, honest, social
Humble, helpful, playful, faithful
Harmless, trustful, pleasant, angel
Stupid, awful, broken, heartless
Ugly, damaged, evil, hollow
Wicked, foolish, nervous, shallow
Nasty, rotten, toxic, liar
Money's not an issue
I was lying, it's the only issue
Everything is funny, everything is money
Everything is
Pretty, stupid, fucking, awful
Perfect, ugly, loving, hollow
Social, broken, faithful, foolish
Harmless, evil, trustful, liar
Make a song about me
Who are you?
I don't know
For all you know I could be counterfeit
Inside a house, inside a room
Inside a box, inside a shell
Heard you moved into the avenues
But you still can't learn to see things through
Maybe you should give your ears to me
None of your friends even like you
Born in San Francisco
Maybe somewhere in the middle
Of that other busy city
What's it called uh, Sacramento
Doesn't really matter since it didn't last forever
Now you sit on your computer making synthesizer portamento
You seem really nervous
Do you have a sense of purpose?
Can you tell me, can you tell me
Can you tell me, can you tell me what it is?
(Uh)
(Everything is funny, everything is money)
(Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!)
(I can't remember!)
Saw you changed your clothes and made new friends
But I think you know how that will end
Maybe you should give your eyes to me
Everyone thinks you look ugly
I'll talk sense into you
I think that you should
Max out your credit card
You'll have nothing left to do but
Pay back the debt you built from when you
Maxed out your credit card
You'll go get a job at some place you feel needed
Then grow old and die
Talked with everyone the other day
We think you have nothing left to say
Maybe you should give your mouth to me
You're better off being quiet
Perfect, loving, honest, social
Humble, helpful, playful, faithful
Harmless, trustful, pleasant, angel
Stupid, awful, broken, heartless
Ugly, damaged, evil, hollow
Wicked, foolish, nervous, shallow
Nasty, rotten, toxic, liar
Money's not an issue
I was lying, it's the only issue
Everything is funny, everything is money
Everything is
Pretty, stupid, fucking, awful
Perfect, ugly, loving, hollow
Social, broken, faithful, foolish
Harmless, evil, trustful, liar
Make a song about me
Who are you?
I don't know
For all you know I could be counterfeit
Inside a house, inside a room
Inside a box, inside a shell
Heard you moved into the avenues
But you still can't learn to see things through
Maybe you should give your ears to me
None of your friends even like you
Born in San Francisco
Maybe somewhere in the middle
Of that other busy city
What's it called uh, Sacramento
Doesn't really matter since it didn't last forever
Now you sit on your computer making synthesizer portamento
You seem really nervous
Do you have a sense of purpose?
Can you tell me, can you tell me
Can you tell me, can you tell me what it is?
(Uh)
(Everything is funny, everything is money)
(Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!)
(I can't remember!)
Saw you changed your clothes and made new friends
But I think you know how that will end
Maybe you should give your eyes to me
Everyone thinks you look ugly
I'll talk sense into you
I think that you should
Max out your credit card
You'll have nothing left to do but
Pay back the debt you built from when you
Maxed out your credit card
You'll go get a job at some place you feel needed
Then grow old and die
Talked with everyone the other day
We think you have nothing left to say
Maybe you should give your mouth to me
You're better off being quiet
Credits
Writer(s): Eddy Grant
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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