Lyrics!
When i saw the lyrics of "Excuse me Mister", i just knew that Gwen is rilly a Whore:
EXCUSE ME MISTER I'm like a beggar with no luck I'm holding signs up On your streetcorner stops
Like most you try not tosee me You stare straight ahead Ignore the responsibility Excuse me. . . excuse
me Mr. I've been waiting in line And I'd like to buy some of your time I'm very anxious, eager, willing
What's your billing? So please excuse me Mr. You've got things all wrong You make it feel like a crime
So don't confuse me Mr. I've known you too long All I need is a little of your time For most love comes
for free They don't pay the high cost Of mental custody I'll pay bail for a guarantee Please make space
for me In the time yet to be Excuse me. . . excuse me Mr. I've been waiting in line And I'd like to buy
Some of your time I've been saving up my life. So what's price? CHORUS What should I do I'm about
to crack And there's a force That comes over me It's almost as if I'm tied to the tracks Amd I'm waiting
for him To rescue me The funny thing is He's not going to come He's not going to find me This is a matter
of fact The desire you lack This is the way I guess it has to be. . . A little of your time I need a little of
your time Please, a little of your time CHORUS I'm in line to buy time I'm in line to buy time
This song "Sunday Morning" is about how Gwen's boyfriend is rilly a Crossdresser.
SUNDAY MORNING Sappy pathetic little me That was the girl I used to be You had me on my knees
I'd trade you places any day I'd never thought you could be that way But you looked like me on Sunday
You came in with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any
warning I thought I knew you I thought I knew you I thought I knew you well. . . so well You're trying
my shoes on for a change They look so good but fit so strange Out of fashion, so I can complain
CHORUS I know who I am, but who are you? You're not looking like you used to You're on the other
side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear Thank you for turning on the lights Thank you, now
you're the parasite I didn't think you had it in you And now you're looking like I used to! You came in
with the breeze On Sunday morning You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning And
you want me badly You cannot have me I thought I knew you But I've got a new view I thought I knew
you well . . . oh well
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