Black Kids

Jane, I’ve made it plain,
although I’m faded as a ghost:
I want you here inside me.
Say the word.
Oh, you’ve been playing nice,
but I can see it in your eyes,
you’re thinking, “Christ.
He’s everybody’s girl.”

You can’t spend the night…

Jane, I’ve seen you at the club.
You were tearin’ up the rug
with no regard for form.
You’re such a brute!
You had a ready elbow
for the girls you hate
or just don’t know.
You head-butt me,
cos you thought it was cute.

You can’t spend the night…
Yes, I’m sure you’re right.
But we could spend the night together.
Or alone. That would be better.

It’s Friday night and I ain’t got nobody.
Oh, what’s the use of making a bed?
I took something and it feels like karate;
it’s kicked me down and left me for dead.
It’s Friday night and I ain’t got nobody,
so what’s the use of pulling a shape?
I put what I want, when I want, in my body.
I’m never gonna give what I take.

Jane, I’ve seen the pain you’ve dealt.
You’ve been with all my friends.
You tell me guard my heart,
I might get hurt.
No doubt you’ll hurt my feelings,
and it’s a given I’ll be kneeling.
But I’m telling myself
that it’s gonna be worth it.

Hurricane Jane, Black Kids

P/S: Hi local bands, you wanna reach to me then write nice creative lyrics and stop screaming. I’ll be deeply and profoundly touched and I’ll start supporting you. Cheers. ๐Ÿ™‚



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2 responses to “Jane

  1. auds

    you should listen to alpenglow or unabashed.. maybe you’ll like the songs.. buzz. then i’ll send. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Charlie Sparks

    okok ๐Ÿ˜€

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