She picks the songs Songtext

von Watershed

Everybody rise. Here she comes
She's pressing herself right up to my tongue

And that's when she picks the songs
That's when she picks the songs

Now my voice is dry. I move to speak
It looks like trouble and I'm just barely breathing

And that's when she picks the songs
That's when she picks the songs

I suppose that I shouldn't complain
I'd curse the sun if she wanted it to rain
It's all cool 'cause I'm half in the bag
She's somewhere on a caffeine nicotine jag

She's the wrecking ball. The back head smack
My penny's left on her railroad track

Yeah that's when she picks the songs
That's when she picks the songs

With her wooden nickels and Jackie O. shades
She gets what she wants and she's got me in spades

Yeah that's when she picks the songs
That's when she picks the songs

I take a sip from here paper sack
It's tonic water and ipecac
I purge myself on her frozen rope
Her fingernails tickle the back of my throat

A look at how easily she greets my best
Watch me die my little death
As someone else's song can turn her on

So, everybody rise. Here she comes
She's pressing herself right up to my tongue

And that's when she picks the songs
That's when she picks the songs