Liz Phair - Bouncer's Conversation lyrics
[Liz Phair - Bouncer's Conversation lyrics]
Dressed all in her evening clothes?
She's dying
'Cause her boyfriend didn't show up
Pull her out of line
Stick her in a waiting room and ignore her
'Til her face gets really bloated
And I wonder what it's like
To be suckin' all the time
You never get it right
And you're never gonna win
And your ass is on your face
And your life is such a waste
And there's sugar leanin' in the window
See that amazon?
Her head looks like it's connected to
Her shoulders they look like little boulders
Turn her 'round and 'round
Take a mental picture of her naked
Inebriated face down on the linoleum
And I wonder what it's like
To be suckin' all the time
You never get it right
And you're never gonna win
And your ass is on your face
And your life is such a waste
And there's sugar
Walkin' to the dressing room
What would I give to be her
Joyride, daddy-o, tonight
And I wonder what it's like
To be suckin' all the time
You never get it right
And you're never gonna win
And your ass is on your face
And your life is such a waste
And there's sugar headin' to the barrio
With a faggot on her left
And a faggot on her right
And my dick is getting limp
'Cause the chicks all suck tonight
And the band is such a bore
And I've seen it all before
And there's sugar making me a video
What would I give to be her
Joyride, daddy-o, tonight