Raveena Somers - Broken gla** lyrics

It's fun to run, it's fun to play It's fun to make things out of clay It's fun to fill your car with gas It's fun to break.... things made of gla**! It's fun to spray yourself with Mace It's fun to squeeze your mothers face It's fun to mow your daddies Gra** It's fun to break.... things made of gla** But broken gla** can cut your hand And then you'll bleed across the land Ask any woman, child or man About the dangers Of broken gla**... Broken Gla**.... I like nice girls with gum disease I like to tickle peoples knees Don't tell me no just tell me yes And then we'll break.... things made of gla** Sometimes I put on special pants And then I board a plane to France When I arrive I start to dance And then I break....things made of gla** Yeah I know that dance doesn't rhyme with gla** So What Cha gonna about it huh But broken gla** will tell you lies Bleed your soul and blind your eyes Like a demon with a side of fries You better be aware.... of broken gla** Of broken gla** gla** Harmonica solo! Mmm, children that gla** sure does look delicious, doesn't it? But you can't eat it Cause broken gla** is not a food So don't you listen to some dude Who says put cheese on broken gla** And make a sand-a-wich! Out of broken gla**... Let's sing a song about broken gla** I'll help you write it after cla** There is no song that can surpa** The song we sing [Spoken:] About broken gla**...