Bad Idea

Bad Idea (壞主意) - Thea Gilmore

Perfectly ugly I'm standing up here in front of you

Like a living work of art

And I can do cute with a bite or angry with a personable side

But they're my only parts

And this town crossed its legs a long time ago baby

When it got sick of trying

And the violent soprano of an ambulance siren screams round the block

Like the whole world is dying

Oh oh I have to give everything a name

Oh no I can smell gas in here again

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am

And I say well you know sweetheart you live on bad ideas

She managed them both like some dizzy soap opera queen on the TV

And I manoeuvred my way round the rocks smuggling scorn into my words

And she didn't even see me

I love it when you float off like some great feather in the breeze

But the only trouble is I'm left sitting here panting for more

Like a b**ch on heat now

And oo oh I have to give everything a name

And oh no I can smell gas in here again

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am

And I say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas

Skin tight and forthright

I can pick this fight alone

Hold on we can take it on 'cause only

Words can cut to bone

Skin tight and forthright

I can pick this fight alone

Hold on we can take it on 'cause even

Words

Oh oh I have to give everything a name

Oh no I can smell gas in here again

And you say what an explosive little sugar I am

And I say well you know asshole you live on bad ideas