Letras
He's an Italian Philadelphian
But he can't spit on me as well
As he can tan
And I am car-changing pantyhose
Winter night light
I am ready for the fight
Leave orange roses in the car
To flirt with a bowl of candy hearts
At the party
Strangers doing broccoli checks
Tough cookie
His hands round my neck
Phone to temple
You spread strawberry jam
On white bread
Say you wished
You'd danced with me instead
I wake up in his twin bed
And am grafted back to this life
Again
He's a placebo
And I am car-changing pantyhose
Winter night night
I am ready for the fight
Leave orange roses in the car
To flirt with a bowl of candy hearts
At the party
Strangers doing broccoli checks
Tough Cookie
His hands round my neck