Oh Leah

You claim naïvety's gotten the better of you Til I see proof I'll wonder if that's true Well the cramping feeling's worse And I feel as if I'm being pigeon held It's down to your publicist To see how the good-girl image Will unfold Run for cover I'll mark it as a blunder if so I'm a good girl and I'll do what I'm told I'm an industry machine A product of my upbringing I'll reach for the stars Or at least as far as Europe (Or at least as far into my pants as you can) Oh Leah I'll support you I'll say you could always do it (Well maybe that's because you've got your dick in your left hand) (Ha! Ha!) Well the naysayers They'll betray their convictions Well fuck the haters baby We're going mainstream Run for cover I'll mark it as a blunder if so I'm a good girl and I'll do what I'm told I'm an industry machine A product of my upbringing