Lyrics Russia With Love - Quakers, Coin Locker Kid

Russia With Love

Janice
Waking up
Coffee in a cup
And a bitter pill
Swallow and erupt
Follow every meal
Sudden and abrupt
Like epiphany
Wanna share a breakfast
Tiffany?
Tighten up your necklace
Memory
Well it never serves me
You believe
Nobody deserves me
You would know
Bearing all your curves on
Video
Like a living Barby
Like a Vertigo
Never said I’m sorry
'til I heard her go
Running out the door like another one
Tell me when to go cause I wanna come
Everybody knows I’m ambivalent
Take me for the bone, not a bloody cent
Maybe you should find a compatible
Someone you can dine, not a radical
Told you I’m a lunatic, an animal
Angel in a cage, with a dirty face
Beauty is attached to a dirty place
Human interaction, never heard of it
Kick it to the curb, like the rest of 'em
Tiffany’s a price, not a politic
Janice, you be ranking with the best of
Them
Janice
Has a date
Lose a little weight
While you have a chance
Open to debate?
Never had a choice
Beauty’s inability to have a voice
I was in rut when you came to me
Started with a strut when it came to be
Usually we cut it with the vanity
I don’t like the women that can handle me!
Many women don’t know what to see in me
Janice and the core blend easily
Slowly you implore, now I wanna go
What you looking for?
I don’t wanna know
Giving me the wine shall I take a sip?
Coming from behind through a set of lips
Followed by your time with an elegance
Nowadays I view it with a reverence
Tiffany’s enveloped in irrelevance
Sitting on a bed with her jewelry
Sorta like she’s waiting for a vision but
Looking like a toy, like 'he's fooling me'
I’m a little boy and I wonder when
Tiffany’ll open up and let me in
Janice is enjoying what she doesn’t have
Dinner where it’s safe, with a gentleman
May I draw the curtain as you take a bow
Janice when she’s happy, ranking with the best
Gnawing on the curtain, dressing like a cow
I lay to rest
Again