Friday, Sept. 24, 2004 / 9:04 p.m.
Silly Little Girls

Why do I let you hurt me
Smack me with a grin
Watch me as I fall to the floor
And shatter into pieces
And all of the king's horses
And all of the king's men
Went out to smoke a cigarette
And bitch about the lack of money
In a 401k
But the economy's real shit you know
And let me take a drag too
So maybe the cancer can get me
Before the tax man does
Cause I'd rather fund free-range terrorists
Than government sponsored ones
But I better not say that
Cause big brother's always watching
And he's ever so pissed with silly little girls
Silly little girls
Isn't that all we really are
Playing dress up in mommy's shoes
And drowning in the depth
So maybe I need a life perserver
Just to get through my every day
But it hasn't been approved by Paris
And I gotta be in style
So I'm a silly little girl
Carrying my prada bag knockoff
Full of hopes, dreams
And credit cards I can't pay off
But I've got a lotto ticket too
And maybe tonight's the one I hit the powerball
Imagine it, millions and millions of dollars
I could tell my boss to shove it
Buy the company and fire him
Then sell it for a profit and buy my own island
Where I would be the queen
But there's no gummi bears on desert islands
So maybe I'll just stay here instead
And live my silly little life
Grow to become like the people I grew up with
Bitch about the taxes, marry some guy
Have a bunch of kids
And stop being such a silly little girl
Marriage and family tame even the wildest girls
Or so I've been told
But I've yet to see how taming is different from being broken
And I'm too young too be broken
By a man as lecherous as you
I'm just a silly little girl
Living in a great big world
So hit me one more time, daddy
I kind of miss the pain
And maybe I can stop feeling
Once again.