Magazine Lyrics by Lauren Christy

Magazine Lyrics

    Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin
    We were all delicious and smelled of arpege
    I buzzed my killer in
    Bring me the head of jerry garcia
    Super sex on water skis
    Iced decaf and mocchaccino
    And a hooker by the grinder please

    Magazine, know what i mean
    You go on and on and on about stuff i've never seen
    Magazine, stuck to my hand
    The boys don't ever get it
    But the girls all understand

    Angel, waffle, women are weird
    Tighten up your tail
    Throw her on the linoleum and
    Harpoon her like a whale
    Dad's on drugs, british sex
    A rollicking good time
    Trust fund kids, when men are pigs
    Just cook that little swine

    Magazine, know what i mean
    You go on and on and on about stuff i've never seen
    Magazine, stuck to my hand
    The boys don't ever get it
    But the girls all understand

    Missionary position, politician
    Young girls in the world's oldest profession
    Beauty, health, fashion, food
    And the books and sex and art and news

    The boys don't ever get it
    But the girls all understand

    Magazine, know what i mean
    You go on and on and on about stuff i've never seen
    Magazine, stuck to my hand
    The boys don't ever get it
    But the girls all understand

    Magazine,
    Rip it up and just throw it away
    Rip it up and just throw it away
    Rip it up and just throw it away

    Magazine, still stuck to my hand
    The boys don't ever get it
    But the girls all understand

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