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Liz Phair Album


Juvenilia (1995)
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He's got a million dollar car
He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar
He's got a family who deals heroin
You're on the edge of your chair
And you feel it
He's looking at you, he's laughing at you
It's happening

I can't, I can't believe it
But it's here on the pages I'm reading
It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy
Jealousy

I know it's just a drawer of photographs
They're ex-girlfriends, I try to remember that
I don't wanna look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy
Jealousy

I can't believe you had a life before me
I can't believe they let you run around free
Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea
What a good idea

Standing on the corner watching the ladies pass by
Imagining me behind your eyes
And what did I see?
I saw hips, I saw thighs
I saw secret positions that we never try
I saw jealousy
I saw jealousy

I can't, I can't believe it
But it's here in this place and I see it
It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy
Jealousy

Standing on the mudflats watching the salmon fly
Wonder if I'll ever bury the hatchet inside
Imagining me behind your eyes
And what did I see?
I saw hips, I saw thighs
I saw secret positions that we never try
I saw jealousy
I saw jealousy

I can't believe you had a life before me
I can't believe they let you run around free
Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea

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I've got your picture
Of me and you
You wrote, "I love you."
I love you, too
I sit there staring when there's nothing else to do

Oh, it's in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there's no one else around

I've got your picture, got your picture
I'd like a million of 'em over myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up, I'm turning down, I'm turning in, and I'm turning
'round

I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of them over myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up, I'm turning down, I'm turning in, and I'm turning
'round

I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger
Everyone

That's why I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so

Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
(Think so, think so, think so)
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so

. . .



It's an animal girl, and it's lying on the beach
It's ass can surf in the sand while it's head's asleep
It's fingers roll a reefer cigarette
It's skin can decompose beneath the sweat
I know all I need to know
I know how much girl to go

Drinking iced scotch and soda
I proclaim the ocean like a Coppertone baby
Wait and see
You don't know who I am
Fig or tree
Lex or Superman

The owners may dim the lights
The sailors may start to fight back the dinner
They wolfed at the taco joint
But maybe a blue moon will shine in the heart of the hood

It's an animal girl, and it's knees are turning black
The spitomatic flips it on it's back
There's a gathering crowd of heavy-breasted men
The burn patrol is freaking out again
I know all I need to know

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Okay, this guy walks into a bar
No, I'm just, I'm just fucking with you, I'm kidding
No, there's this, this young bull and this old bull
And they're standing on top of a hill

And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California

So they're standing on top of this hill, right?
And they're looking out over a pasture full of cows
Whole fucking pasture
And the young bull turns to the old bull, and he goes,
"I got this really good idea."
And they old bull's like, "Yeah?"

And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California

"Yeah," he's like, "yeah, yeah, I got this really good idea.
Let's run down that hill and fuck one of those cows."
And the old bull just looks at him, you know he's just looking at him
He's like, "Look, I got a better idea."
And the young bull's like, "Oh yeah, what's your fucking brilliant idea?"
And the old bull goes...

And I tried to tell you before
That that's why I left California

And the old bull goes, "Let's walk down that hill and fuck all of those cows,
dig?"
You know, like he ain't been in town long or something, I dunno

And I tried to tell you before

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For a mean baby, well, I like your pants
Born in South Dakota
For a mean baby, well, I like your hips
Born in South Dakota
I was born in South Dakota

Man, I feel lucky tonight
I'm gonna get stoned and run around
Born in South Dakota
Hey, we're going to a rodeo town
I'm gonna get drunk and fuck some cows
Born in South Dakota
I was born in South Dakota
I was born in South Dakota

Hey, all you city fucks, it's a prairieman's world
It's wide open
Hey, all you city fucks, it's a prairieman's world
Masons and lumberchucks, says God as my squirrel
It's wide open
I said it's wide open
Dakota

Man, I feel lucky tonight
I'm gonna get stoned and run around
Born in South Dakota
Hey, we're going to a rodeo town
I'm gonna get drunk and fuck some cows
Born in South Dakota
I was born in South Dakota
I was born in South Dakota

Hey, all you city fucks, it's a prairieman's world
It's wide open

Hey, all you city fucks, it's a prairieman's world
Mason and lumberchucks, says God as my squirrel
Mr. Fliptop and Razorback, you know I'm your girl
I'm wide open
I said I'm wide open
Dakota
Dakota

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Fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here
I don't speak the language
And you gave me no real choice
You gave me no real choice
You made me see that my behavior was an opinion

So fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here
It's the mouth of the gift horse, I know
But I gave it my best shot
I gave it my best shot
I gave you the performance of a lifetime

So I hope you all will see
There just isn't a place here for me
I look around and feel like somebody must be fucking with me
I just can't take any of you seriously
And I can't keep keeping myself company

Fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here
Big shoulders block the view
You can't get your money back
You can't get your money back
You can't pretend that isolation is the same as privilege

So I hope you all will see
There just isn't a place here for me
I look around and feel like somebody must be fucking with me
I just can't take any of you seriously

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Don't be so rude
I was only trying to make conversation
Hey, don't go down, this is not going anywhere
Got a dead shark on our hands
Got a dead shark on our hands
Got a dead shark on our hands

I'm just trying to get a handle on this
I'm just trying to figure out where to stand
I'm just trying
So sue me for trying

Do I just have a problem, or did you also think that this was hot?

I really hate talking to you on the telephone
Can't we just work it out
That you come on over?
Can't we just work it out
That you stay here tonight?
I'm not looking over my shoulder
I'm not gazing up at the stars
I'm not thinking of five years in the future
I'm just wondering where you'll sleep tonight

Do I just have a problem, or did you also think that this was hot?

I'm not looking over my shoulder
I'm not gazing up at the stars
I'm not thinking of five years in the future

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I think you're trying to scare me
So that I will stop thinking about you
I think you're trying to scare me
So that I will stop trying to be you
It's not that easy
It's not that easy

I laughed when I heard you died
'Cause I didn't know what else I was gonna do
Now I laugh when I see you alive
'Cause I think you're just pulling my leg
It's not that easy
It's not that easy

Well, it must have taken a whole lot of anger
And it must have taken a whole lot of time
And I can't believe that you found me after all these years
I guess you must have something heavy on your mind

And I can't believe that you thought I'd be happy
To see you up and around, like it's any warning
You look like shit, and the smell is even better
And I feel like shit, and I wanna go back to bed

You can walk through walls
You can make the head on a doll spin around
And you can haunt the halls
But you can't ask me to make you feel at home
It's not that easy

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