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written by Vonda Shepard
recorded by Vonda Shepard
appears on the albums "By 7:30"
and "Heart and Soul: New Songs From Ally McBeal"
Skinny little brats
Skinny little brats
Walking down Avenue A
Dangling their cigarettes
Their Independence Day
Tears like filigrees
Wear them on their sleeves
Nobody's main squeeze
[00:31.73]It's thirty-five degrees [02:26.02][00:33.71]Poetry of ordinary life
[00:31.73]It's thirty-five degrees [02:26.02][00:33.71]Poetry of ordinary life
Is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up [01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up [01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
And all those bad words
They never learned in school
Groovy like my mamma was
In her black turtle neck
She was so high strung
[01:23.79]She was so low tech [01:25.58]Poetry and tattooed dreams
[01:23.79]She was so low tech [01:25.58]Poetry and tattooed dreams
And fourteen caret nose rings
The children of elite
[01:35.75]Are trying to be street saying [01:37.84]My words are like confetti
[01:35.75]Are trying to be street saying [01:37.84]My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
[01:49.13]I need someone to lift me up [01:54.38]My words are like confetti
[01:49.13]I need someone to lift me up [01:54.38]My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
I need someone to lift me up
[00:31.73]It's thirty-five degrees [02:26.02][00:33.71]Poetry of ordinary life
Is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up [01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up [01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
recorded by Vonda Shepard
appears on the albums "By 7:30"
and "Heart and Soul: New Songs From Ally McBeal"
Skinny little brats
Skinny little brats
Walking down Avenue A
Dangling their cigarettes
Their Independence Day
Tears like filigrees
Wear them on their sleeves
Nobody's main squeeze
[00:31.73]It's thirty-five degrees [02:26.02][00:33.71]Poetry of ordinary life
[00:31.73]It's thirty-five degrees [02:26.02][00:33.71]Poetry of ordinary life
Is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up [01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up [01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
And all those bad words
They never learned in school
Groovy like my mamma was
In her black turtle neck
She was so high strung
[01:23.79]She was so low tech [01:25.58]Poetry and tattooed dreams
[01:23.79]She was so low tech [01:25.58]Poetry and tattooed dreams
And fourteen caret nose rings
The children of elite
[01:35.75]Are trying to be street saying [01:37.84]My words are like confetti
[01:35.75]Are trying to be street saying [01:37.84]My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
[01:49.13]I need someone to lift me up [01:54.38]My words are like confetti
[01:49.13]I need someone to lift me up [01:54.38]My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
I need someone to lift me up
[00:31.73]It's thirty-five degrees [02:26.02][00:33.71]Poetry of ordinary life
Is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up [01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
[02:35.72][00:43.73]They just wanna be heard...said [02:54.47][02:38.05][00:46.00]My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall onto the ground
[03:05.73][02:49.29][00:57.49]I need someone to lift me up [01:09.37]So diaphanous, so ephemeral
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