Lauren Christy - Magazine Lyrics
Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skinWe were all delicious and smelled of arpegeI buzzed my killer inBring me the head of jerry garciaSuper sex on water skisIced decaf and mocchaccinoAnd a hooker by the grinder pleaseMagazine, know what I meanYou go on and on and on about stuff Ive never seenMagazine, stuck to my handThe boys dont ever get itBut the girls all understandAngel, waffle, women are weirdTighten up your tailThrow her on the linoleum andHarpoon her like a whaleDads on drugs, british sexA rollicking good timeTrust fund kids, when men are pigsJust cook that little swineMagazine, know what I meanYou go on and on and on about stuff Ive never seenMagazine, stuck to my handThe boys dont ever get itBut the girls all understandMissionary position, politicianYoung girls in the worlds oldest professionBeauty, health, fashion, foodAnd the books and sex and art and newsThe boys dont ever get itBut the girls all understandMagazine, know what I meanYou go on and on and on about stuff Ive never seenMagazine, stuck to my handThe boys dont ever get itBut the girls all understandMagazine,Rip it up and just throw it awayRip it up and just throw it awayRip it up and just throw it awayMagazine, still stuck to my handThe boys dont ever get itBut the girls all understand
