Thea Gilmore - Bad Idea lyrics

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 And 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 b**h 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, a**hole, 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 Yeah, 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, a**hole, you live on bad ideas"