Bubblehead - Denim

I wrote a Chopin score for you

I bit off more than I could chew

And I singed my feet in the desert heat

Fooled around like a clown hoping we could meet

Oh now it’s gone

Woah, oh yeah

Don’t you know that it’s gone

Woah, oh yeah

I baked a sugarcake for you

I teased up my beehive hairdo

I lined my fingers with some jewels

Sang same Jailhouse Rocks and Don’t Be Cruels

Oh now it’s gone

Woah, oh yeah

Don’t you know that it’s gone

Woah, oh yeah

I never thought about it 'til it all came unnaturally

To a halt it was my own fault, it was me

It was me, it was me

We rode our carriage to the sun

And we did all that had to be done

We fanned the flames of fire from hell

Ascended from a cauldron, rose and lived to tell

And yes we did

Oh now it’s gone

Woah, oh yeah

Don’t you know that it’s gone

Woah, oh yeah

I never thought about it 'til it all came unnaturally

To a halt it was my own fault, it was me

It was me, it was me

Why don’t we talk about it?

Why don’t we talk about it?

Why don’t we talk about it?

Why don’t we talk about it?

You’re just another girl

You’re just another girl

You’re nothing without me

You’re nothing without me

You’re just another girl

You’re just another girl

You’re just another girl

You’re just another girl

You’re nothing without me

You’re nothing without me

You’re nothing without me

You’re nothing without me