They Might Be Giants - Burnice lyrics
[They Might Be Giants - Burnice lyrics]
You call for your friend but she’s not
The thieving deceiving Burnice
You stare through the lamp light
So dim on the camp site
Unlikely precisely Burnice
Beware the destruction she reaps
Don’t stand in the path of her wrath
Yes, it’s a disaster that
You can’t think faster
The afflicted evicted Burnice
Oh woe is I, oh woe is I
You can not explain how it was
The restless majestic Burnice
You talk all alone about all that is known
Of the frazzled bedazzled Burnice
Some say your mind’s been transplanted
But, you know deep inside you’re enchanted
Your hand is unsteady
Your eyelids rest heavy
Breathtaking heartbreaking Burnice
Oh woe is I, oh woe is I
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