Thea Gilmore - Bad Idea

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

And oh, 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, 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
Now the only trouble is I'm left sitting here panting for more
Like a bitch 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 even
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
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