She's My Palexia

It's time to articulate and ornamentate your new room
Charge re-charge, clown shoes, clown heart
She comes down like a meteorite
Farewell to one more time

That show on TV
Turns my stomach aches my ears
Only a cut cable
Only a broken player
Only some kind of person

She's my Palexia
She's my Palexia

Trapped in a party it turns me off
Mapped out the silences we'll get along
I will vomit on the cake
Left my dress-ups at my parents

I won't be your homemaker
I won't be your muffin baker
I won't be your light dimmer
I won't be your glass cleaner
I won't be your dumpling steamer
I won't be your pet Leamer
Pet keeper
I won't be your farthest leader
I won't be your softest sleeper

She's my P-P-Palexia
She's my P-P-Palexia
She's my P-P-Palexia
My P-P-Palexia



Credits
Writer(s): Ruby Beck
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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