Hey Sissy lets make a song that makes all the boys squeal in the locker room wanna?
What the fuck is Flowers? Liz Phair trying to sound all sexually secure in her flat line monotone sing song bull crap
This my friends is the grasping dying reach of girl rock praying for attention
Every Sophomore quarterback would ‘haw haw haw’ every teen queen would ‘ewww’ every boy has it playing on headphones to whack to. Me?
As a grown woman, I want to back over the performance artist (for truly is that not what she is? a show? a fake a lookit me?) with my big black SUV.
Everytime I see your face I think of things unpure, unchaste
I want to fuck you like a dog
I’ll take you home and make you like it
Clever? oh hell yes. But its the tone that makes me want to not only vomit, but vomit into a urinal and slam her face into it. Graphic enough? Yeah I’m trying to keep up with the oh so ‘risque’ lyrics. This is great material to whisper in your lovers ear or tuck in their lunchbox but c’mon the drone is killing me.
This is music for people who want to be cutting edge and hip but have no clue how to do it. They become Phair fans and get all artsy.
Fuck that go back to Junior High, try to find yourself there its a good start.
Put these lyrics to an artist with some credibility and we can try again, or would they even bother? Joan (Jett) want to give this motherfucker a go?
Nah, shes too busy being real.
I just want your fresh, young jimmy
Turning, slamming, ramming in me
“OMG Betty didja here that part? wait wait let me play that again SQUEAAAL can you believe it!!!!, omg shes so AWESOME lets go watch Juno!!!””
Fuck this, wheres Chrissie?