Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ally McBeal , by - Da Vinci's Notebook. Song from the album The Life and Times of Mike Fanning, in the genre Release date: 04.02.2010
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Ally McBeal |
| Once upon a time you were on prime time |
| Made the Monday lineup on Fox at 9:00, didn’t you? |
| Your complaints and whines while defendin' crimes |
| In your high hemlines made Gloria Steinem spit on you |
| And all the '90s women heed your call |
| And share your deep desire to have it all |
| But they don’t see the way you stay so small |
| Behind the locked door of the bathroom stall |
| Sittin' there, hunched over and purging your last meal |
| Ally McBeal |
| Ally McBeal |
| Nothing but skin and bone |
| Just like a Kate Moss clone |
| Without no muscle tone |
| Like a skele-tone |
| You can try to lie, say your metabolism’s high |
| But I ain’t gonna buy it when you’re outsized by Ethiopians |
| And I just can’t stand you in your damn flannel jammies |
| Dancin' 'round, plannin' which man’ll get the grand tour of your fallopians |
| I just don’t get what all the people see |
| In your self-involvement and hypocrisy |
| Your Pop-Tart feminism and cheap neuroses |
| As I stare into the vacuum of my T. V |
| Scratching my head and trying to understand your appeal |
| Ally McBeal |
| Ally McBeal |
| Think of all the chunks you’ve blown |
| And all the up you’ve thrown |
| Into your porcelain throne |
| Regurgitati-one |