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Black Kids Album


Partie Traumatic (07/07/2008)
07/07/2008
1.
2.
Partie Traumatic
3.
Listen To Your Body Tonight
4.
5.
I'm Making Eyes At You
6.
7.
8.
Love Me Already
9.
I Wanna Be Your Limousine
10.
Look at Me (When I Rock Wichoo)
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My Christian Name (iTunes bonus track)
. . .


Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Call the ghost in your underwear.
Call the ghost in your underwear who?
Call the ghost in your underwear "boo".
It's fine, all right, you can stay the night,
but please be gone by next morning's light.
Oh, please don't pout.
Don't cause a scene.
Oh, babygirl, don't be mad at me.

Oh, boo, what can I do?
It's not me, yeah, it's you.
You've been hittin' the heartbrakes hard.
It ain't no use, cos we're still gonna crash,
cos you're still keeping after me.
It's flattering, but really!

Abracadabra!
Every summer you disappear.
Cos it's so sticky in the Dirty South.
It's hot as balls.
Hey now, watch your mouth!

I must repeat: I think you're sweet.
But ain't no way that I'm gonna meet
your mother, your father,
your dog or your brother,
your nephew and niece, girl,
I just can't be bothered.

Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes.
Hit the heartbrakes, baby,
you're driving crazy.

. . .

Partie Traumatic

[No lyrics]

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Listen To Your Body Tonight

[No lyrics]

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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.
You can't spend the night...
Yeah, I'm sure you're right.
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.

. . .

I'm Making Eyes At You

[No lyrics]

. . .


Like many a Mael,
I get angst in my pants.
And goddamn it to hell,
it don't help if I dance.

And you, you're not doing too well.
All the blogs are about you, girl.
They caught you in the park after dark
giving head to a statue, girl.
Oh, cruel!

Didn't mean to do you no harm,
I just underestimated my charm.
And if I ever bother to tell you the truth,
oh, baby, you're too much sugar
for my sweet tooth.

You're on your honeymoon
and you're sending me notes.
You hope to see me soon.
You've got "see" wrapped
in quotes.
I used to find it funny to say,
"What's your man got to do with me?"
But then I saw him downtown
placing bets on the hounds.
He was as big as a house!
We can't be messin' around!

Every time we kiss
it's like an inside joke
I always miss.
Our love is like a tug-of-war.
Don't touch me, girl,
I can't hug no more!

. . .


You are the girl that I've been dreaming
of ever since I was a little girl.

One!
I'm biting my tongue.
Two!
He's kissing on you.
Three!
Oh, why can't you see?
One! Two! Three! Four!

The word's on the streets and it's on the news:
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He's got two left feet and he bites my moves.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance! dance! dance! dance!
The second I do, I know we're gonna be through.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you.
He don't suspect a thing. I wish he'd get a clue.
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance! dance! dance! dance!

One!
You're biting my tongue.
Two!
I'm kissing on you.
Three!
Is he better than me?

. . .

Love Me Already

[No lyrics]

. . .

I Wanna Be Your Limousine

[No lyrics]

. . .

Look at Me

[No lyrics]

. . .

My Christian Name

[No lyrics]

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