She Wound Up Lyrics by Fred Rand
Fred Rand Lyrics
She Wound Up Lyrics
She got off to the image of her sordid c*nt
with an apt justifiction of to have a little fun
With a wink of her eye she got down his guard
as he claimed full emancipation for woman to get laid
Lay lady lay is their tune of the night
The times are not a-changing yet
"Throw my sister a kiss in the sleepy village green
where she ended up to show the rooted inbreds how to be
Still a bit touch-and-go in the way she reads your kind
Though dressed up in a rhetoric coat to cover up her slow-witted mind
She said I musn't be with that joker from our town
He'd only let me down"
And then by her bedtime
she wound up her Derridean zine
that went "lalalalala"
With a glass full of ice and fake glass in his eyes
he put forth indecisive propositions to a rhyme
Careful not to be frowned on for his thirst for juice
he pulls a queer to be sure he's way above you and the ones who have to choose
But still she's joining in with the usual wooden route
He's stuck with meatwarm substitute
On the seminar today she would fill her head
Patting backs, highing fives at how everything that's said
is a quote of the realm where she's kept at a loss
She had finally confirmed that she's under a thumb that should be overturned
And overturn she will on the bedside with a friend
The one for whom she'd overbend
And then for her soundtrack
she wound up with her favourite band
that went "lalalalala"
In the nude gallery in which she openly scorns
she dressed down to exhibit decadence that she adored
In the hip metropolitan bisexual crowd
she made the initiation as the fragile dandelion standing proud
And at the fancy glass-eye she scored apologies
by flashing him a stockinged tease
She tried hard to make sense of her reality
And it's filtered through the notion that it's only what you feel
So with Kant in her larynx and Bourdieux in her womb
she would bleed on the show to which she secretly canoodled on her room
So not to be displayed to her mental dissonance
she kept to primal quiet bums
And then by the morning
she wound up her thoughts and conclusions
that went "lalalalala"
[Thanks to dotoar for adding these lyrics]
with an apt justifiction of to have a little fun
With a wink of her eye she got down his guard
as he claimed full emancipation for woman to get laid
Lay lady lay is their tune of the night
The times are not a-changing yet
"Throw my sister a kiss in the sleepy village green
where she ended up to show the rooted inbreds how to be
Still a bit touch-and-go in the way she reads your kind
Though dressed up in a rhetoric coat to cover up her slow-witted mind
She said I musn't be with that joker from our town
He'd only let me down"
And then by her bedtime
she wound up her Derridean zine
that went "lalalalala"
With a glass full of ice and fake glass in his eyes
he put forth indecisive propositions to a rhyme
Careful not to be frowned on for his thirst for juice
he pulls a queer to be sure he's way above you and the ones who have to choose
But still she's joining in with the usual wooden route
He's stuck with meatwarm substitute
On the seminar today she would fill her head
Patting backs, highing fives at how everything that's said
is a quote of the realm where she's kept at a loss
She had finally confirmed that she's under a thumb that should be overturned
And overturn she will on the bedside with a friend
The one for whom she'd overbend
And then for her soundtrack
she wound up with her favourite band
that went "lalalalala"
In the nude gallery in which she openly scorns
she dressed down to exhibit decadence that she adored
In the hip metropolitan bisexual crowd
she made the initiation as the fragile dandelion standing proud
And at the fancy glass-eye she scored apologies
by flashing him a stockinged tease
She tried hard to make sense of her reality
And it's filtered through the notion that it's only what you feel
So with Kant in her larynx and Bourdieux in her womb
she would bleed on the show to which she secretly canoodled on her room
So not to be displayed to her mental dissonance
she kept to primal quiet bums
And then by the morning
she wound up her thoughts and conclusions
that went "lalalalala"
[Thanks to dotoar for adding these lyrics]
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