French Blonde

(Ah, je suis vraiment frustré) (Le label fait rien pour me -) I'm a dead animal, heh You're used to seeing my guts You see me lying in the street and just drive right over me While you're putting on your makeup I'm the next holiday I'm your team down by six I'm all your meals at once A French blonde with Sunday brunch Mouth full, talking politics But we should all do this again next week It's broken, in pieces But here comes another one It's staining your teeth, but We'll buy you whiter ones Ah! I wish that I was more original Or maybe I am, but I won't ever know But I need to hear it from someone else Becausе I wouldn't believe mysеlf I'm not a star, I'm just the next John Doe You practice shooting your gun You hit the bullseye every time And no one would guess from the way that you dress That there's a blazer under your suit and tie But I'm so happy we can all be friends It's broken, in pieces But here comes another one It's staining your teeth, but We'll buy you whiter ones How perfect, so worth it What was I worried 'bout? All week, I hold shit in But down here, we piss it out It's broken, in pieces But here comes another one It's staining your teeth, but We'll buy you whiter ones Come sit there's so much you Need to forget about Don't hurry, no worries This one is on the house