Circe Link - Moody Girl lyrics

Moody girl, in a whirl, your life is like a Pollack mural Such a teen, drama queen, everything is so obscene Always standing in the down pour Pretty mouth wide open drowning Tiny feet that spin in circles Bruise the world and leave a purple Moody girl, in a whirl, carving hearts in knotted burl Silly dame, what a shame, cant you see youre to blame? Always telling others secrets But you never seem to spill yours Wonder who the rules were made for Not for you cause because the games called Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl Lipstick, perfume, stains upon your dress Broken teacups, shinning in the mess No one told you life could be so bland You make the best of what you have I can see why youre a Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl Lilting eyelash, crocodile tears Knee jerk pa**ion practiced all the years No one told you life could be so bland You make the worst of what you have No surprise that youre a Moody girl, in a whirl, clutching at dime-store pearls How bout that spoiled brat? Always thought youd laugh last When its time to face the music Youve got cotton in your ears But the ever-smiling poseur sings a song freshly composed for Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl in a whirl