Lyrics Bubblehead - Denim

Bubblehead

I wrote a Chopin score for you
I bit off more than I could chew
And I singed my feet in the desert heat
Fooled around like a clown hoping we could meet
Oh now it’s gone
Woah, oh yeah
Don’t you know that it’s gone
Woah, oh yeah
I baked a sugarcake for you
I teased up my beehive hairdo
I lined my fingers with some jewels
Sang same Jailhouse Rocks and Don’t Be Cruels
Oh now it’s gone
Woah, oh yeah
Don’t you know that it’s gone
Woah, oh yeah
I never thought about it 'til it all came unnaturally
To a halt it was my own fault, it was me
It was me, it was me
We rode our carriage to the sun
And we did all that had to be done
We fanned the flames of fire from hell
Ascended from a cauldron, rose and lived to tell
And yes we did
Oh now it’s gone
Woah, oh yeah
Don’t you know that it’s gone
Woah, oh yeah
I never thought about it 'til it all came unnaturally
To a halt it was my own fault, it was me
It was me, it was me
Why don’t we talk about it?
Why don’t we talk about it?
Why don’t we talk about it?
Why don’t we talk about it?
You’re just another girl
You’re just another girl
You’re nothing without me
You’re nothing without me
You’re just another girl
You’re just another girl
You’re just another girl
You’re just another girl
You’re nothing without me
You’re nothing without me
You’re nothing without me
You’re nothing without me