Race For You Life, Calvin Klein Songtext
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Clippers and shears, so sharp, slide long as I dial the right words and you sigh wrong: the climax of all missed chances. Calvin Klein mocks me in the new kinks of my hair. But where you can't see me, standing behind the chair, I curse your neck forearms and friends. A week later, my head repaired,
on my bicycle ride your batteries, telephone, and cable.
I've kissed my allowance and blown it in the hardware store
In a stupid movie, in a race-for-your-life car-chase scene,
that's only the movies, I remind myself.
It will ring, you will answer, we will talk.
In a stupid movie, in a race-for-your-life car- chase scene,
that's only the movies, I remind myself.
It will ring, you will answer, we will talk.
Race for your life, Calvin Klein.
"They're cutting our service, they're cutting our scene."
Call MT&T from the payphone at the stone, tell them 'activate'
Scarves catch in spokes and roller skates slip on slippery punch stained floors. Receivers go dead, or someone hangs up. I staple the wires where your walls and carpet meet. Clippers and shears, so sharp, slide long as I dial the right words and you sigh wrong: the climax of all missed chances.
on my bicycle ride your batteries, telephone, and cable.
I've kissed my allowance and blown it in the hardware store
In a stupid movie, in a race-for-your-life car-chase scene,
that's only the movies, I remind myself.
It will ring, you will answer, we will talk.
In a stupid movie, in a race-for-your-life car- chase scene,
that's only the movies, I remind myself.
It will ring, you will answer, we will talk.
Race for your life, Calvin Klein.
"They're cutting our service, they're cutting our scene."
Call MT&T from the payphone at the stone, tell them 'activate'
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