Amanda Palmer - Provanity lyrics

I have been pro-vanity since i was 10 I put your altars in an eye shadow den In the bag I didn't drop, there were no cherry lollipops But cherry lips, smack her, I sawed her off Marry many picked a pepper on and Cameras are rolling back and forth on the rocks And I'm sick of your smile And I'm sick of your face And I'm sick of your meaningless blather And I'm sick of your hair, and I wish it weren't there It's a awfully delicate matter There is no place I would rather be k**ed Than in my own backyard on my own propane grill In the lie I didn't stop a little candy-coated boy was caught And I felt bad as I ripped him off Many prizes can reward a child for good behavior But you should be wary of those that involve love And I'm sick when I breathe And I wish you would leave At the very least, quit the contractions It's not wrong, I mean, Christ, but I don't think it's right To just slice for a piece of the action Oh, what a wonderful party Oh, what a comfortable home Oh, what a wonderful body So what's in the bottle, what's in the bottle? (It is so comfortable) I have been pro-vanity since I could know No one will ever care to see what I don't show In the room I kept her locked she grew up talking just like me I thought she would be different and withstand the shock Imitating what she knew she consequently grew Into a pair of M40s and seventh-hand shoes And I'm sick of myself And I wish you could help Have a shot with me, pull up a ladder Oh, it sounds like that spirit we haven't been hearing Since 1916 when the dada came dearing And maybe you'd be happy To be pro-vanity