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oh ain't it lovely ain't it sweet
to be staring at my feet when i see you on the street
i just get so bummed out when i think about
how i'll always be too shy to say what's on my mind
i'm fantasizing all the time

and every day is always sunny
i'm sweet as syrup on ya, honey

oh what's a devil to do
when those old delusions so tried and true
don't come through like they used to?

ugh all my money's run out
i blew it all on a cumulus cloud
that dissipated so fast, seems the good times never last

electrical currents shorting out my gelatin mind all the
time, it's such a wonder my head don't blow like a halogen bulb
peach schnapps in plastic cups
i trust you've got nothing but good intentions

feelin' so matryoshka but i have lost my painted doll likeness
it's been such a bore just thinking of ways to fill a day
lately all these paper clones have lost their fun

physics was too confusing for me
and i don't get chemistry
i almost failed geometry

which is funny, cause i'm really good at art
but that only goes so far
cause all the people around me are

get in your zone, dont even look at them at all
their shallow observations will only stall the transformation
youve become art, how could they even start to see
beyond your presentation when theyve got no imagination
but i admit it would be easier to be relieved of all this shame and not have to wear it on my sleeve
i imagine its quite nice for you to have so many chances oh so many ways to be redeemed
but as for me i can only be forgiven if im givin myself up to you on a silver serving tray
must i bare myself to the stabbing of your knife and gnashing teeth while our lovely company appears so entertained

there's poison ivy in the garden
poison ivy in the garden
climbing up the trees
eating up the happy flowers

dandelions in the yard
dozens of them growing wild
why don't i just pull the weeds

Sylvia, you are a fugitive on the run
Not sure from what
Every day, you're like a different girl
Who are you trying to fool?
Sylvia, it's such a pleasure to know the real you
Oh, I still get a little starstruck
Baby you shine so bright
And you still give me butterflies

the daughter of the fish and the ram
said "i am who i am
and what i am is a freak
of nature"

the daughter of the ram and the fish
always had one secret wish
that someone would love her

i like that you like the same cartoons that i do
we have such similar taste in children's media
you know what they say about how art can imitate life
well they were right
and our lives are a whole lot like

the ren and stimpy show
it's the ren and stimpy show

i'm freaking out
i don't know what to talk about
i'm losing my mind, so i hope you're fine
with just sitting around

i wish i knew
what to say to you
i can't cope, and this silly hope