Tends to make one part
Playing with prodigal sons
Tower of Pisa, whenever I see ya
Or surfing your high hopes or adios Kansas
Sitting here remembering me
So please be kind if I'm a mess
Everything it seems I like's a little bit sweeter
Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger
So brokenhearted
So brokenhearted
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Tends to make one part
Still there's not a show on my back
Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy
If I should buy jellybeans
I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish, a little bit
Holes or a friendly intervention
It isn't very smart
Which for several reasons we won't mention
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
You got to keep in the game
I suggest a reading of a lesson in tightropes
Takes a lot of sentimental valiums
It isn't very smart
A little bit harder, a little bit deadly
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me
Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me
While running on empty, you little old doll with a frown
Retaining mystique while facing forward
And then there's those other things
Always been a shoe made for the city
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
With scrappy boys faces, have general run of the town
