Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She's Quite Some Picture, artist - Dr. SyntaxDate of issue: 12.04.2009
Song language: English
She's Quite Some Picture |
| First one is playful |
| Type you’d like to cradle |
| Mind state favorable |
| Never tried the pain |
| To make her hateful or disdainful |
| Tight frame, face is like an angel’s |
| Every step gracefully |
| Parades the nicest navel |
| (She's pure!) |
| In a way you can’t create with any facial |
| That’s the type of Maid I’d like waiting on my table |
| But when it comes to conversation |
| This could be debatable |
| Regurgitating all the same bull |
| She saw on cable |
| It’s a given that your smitten |
| Cos she’s so damn hot |
| She’s that image of perfection |
| Every grown man wants |
| But on a search for your equivalent |
| You’re totally off |
| Cos she can get you feeling young |
| Then let you know that you’re not |
| So you can brag that you’re mackin dude |
| But that’s a crass attitude |
| Don’t you know that too much candy is bad for you? |
| (Go on!) |
| Just try and handle youth |
| It’s attractive too |
| But once she’s had a few |
| She’s acting like a minor nag and boo |
| Best to get this understood |
| Or you’ll wind up in a frenzy |
| Cos she’s looking so good |
| But the mind isn’t ready |
| So, if you’re on some dumb tip, get your fun fix |
| Otherwise you’re best to run quick |
| From these young chicks |
| She’s quite some picture, this I can see |
| Still she’s not enticing to me |
| Just because she’s beautiful |
| It doesn’t mean she’s suitable |
| I refuse the lose it |
| So I won’t be getting too enthralled |
| Second one’s a, twisted plot |
| Guaranteed to make you grimace lots |
| Frisky fox, snare you with a wiggle |
| Plus a quick snog |
| One minute she’s on it but |
| The thing you wouldn’t miss much |
| Is purely cold blooded how |
| Quickly she can switch off |
| Hissy fit strops |
| It’s a killer when she’s pissed off |
| Clearly hot, still she gets as chilly as a crisp cross |
| One that’s been in love with it but since lost |
| Now it’s just a grim sloth |
| For anyone who want’s to come and win props |
| It’s over for your own thoughts |
| Let alone your cohorts |
| This one got you groaning down your phone |
| Until your throat’s hoarse |
| And so on, and so fourth |
| Most want to know more |
| But then get roasted boar |
| Like she exposed them to a blowtorch |
| Playing mind games |
| Climbing right inside the eye’s brain |
| Devising ways of applying strain |
| Until he’s quite changed |
| Left in Dire Straights |
| Let me try define a nice dame |
| See me I wouldn’t bite the bait |
| Must be an acquired taste |
| Please she’s a chicken-head |
| With vicious talents |
| Curse your bloodline to hell and then |
| She’ll (Switch!) like it didn’t happen |
| Hell of a fickle madame |
| Forever at the center of a bitter tantrum |
| Cool your jets and leave the bitch abandoned |