Waxed - Tsunami

Try and be somebody

Be somebody

Someone

Being in the spotlight

Means being on the run

Oh the tedium

Under cut, under laid

And they run away from their smoking guns

So you wake up to find your breasts in one zine too many

Makes you think the little boys aren’t getting any

A bad joke we’re gonna weather

Let’s put our headaches together

And a man walks on the scene

He’s got the facts

Place it all in print

He’ll die to see you waxed

And we don’t take the credit for things we hope to see him write

He lays you out on paper

And we bite

And you wake up to find your breasts in one zine too many

Makes you think the little boys aren’t getting any

A bad joke we’re gonna weather

Let’s put our headaches together

Some folks think it’s funny, some folks think it’s cute

Selling someone’s secrets for status seems to suit you

But I don’t take cheap revenge as street cred

Just lonely, bitter and cruel

Completely pathetic

Wake up to find your breasts judged by boys you haven’t met

They’re the ones who haven’t begun to feel our teeth yet

It doesn’t take a man to know the weather

Let’s put our headaches together