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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Liz Phair (Liz Phair) · Liz Damon's Orient Express [UK Bonus Tracks] (Liz Damon) · Parachute [German Bonus Tracks] (The Pretty Things) · Parachute (The Pretty Things) – and 90 other albums »


That she baked for her and sister Liz
Then as Katy took me in their kitchen I never closed the door but Katy did
She took my hand and my heart beat so
a dulling wine 

She is famous 
She is funny 
An engagement ring 
Doesn't mean a thing 
To a mind consumed by brass (money), oh 

The last night
Straight from the delta, off to see the world
This was the big time for a Mississippi girl
Had a hard life 'cause she's a southern pearl

Something about her
She is famous 
She is funny 
An engagement ring 
Doesn't mean a thing 
To a mind consumed by brass (money) 


And though I walk home alone 
I
She's bound to have a fit
Followed by a neat convulsion
Thanks to our permissive twit

She thinks his name was Ronald
Or was it Sid or Len
The only
Of the 'wildlife saloon'
She admired his skin,
Jake said it was fake
And Liz said: who cares,
It don't really matter!
A question to raise,
Why people these
She watches a darkness creeping up about half past eight
She sits by the weeping willow says that she can relate
She dreams of someday getting out
Liz hates her body, her baby body
She thinks that everybody's looking at
The way her figure's changed
But she's on this bus, it always moves so
You can set your watch by me, I'm a regular guy
I get up and then I walk away
But in the pulse of my heart, I'm comin' to you

Your parachute has
a parachute
I wanna creep wit' you and that's my word
(Creep wit' you and that's my word)

Now I been knowin, mommy, for a while now
(A long time)
And GOD
pussies
Splash, I get all them clothes smelling cushy
Shades on, aviator lens
Mami sitting in my benz, like she liz claiborne
That you already rolled,
pussies
Splash, I get all them clothes smelling cushy
Shades on, aviator lens
Mami sitting in my benz, like she liz claiborne
That you already rolled,
brother were standing by
I remember my mother started to cry
Liz just looked at the sea
A million miles away

I said, now Lizzy can you tell me what
to break dance.
She wore a pair of shiny parachute pants.
I was geek and she was a superstar.
Was it just, was it just, was it just too much to ask?
Worlds
at Danny's
Now there was Umi, female emcee
We talked most of the night about the M-I-see
When it was time for us to get down to be	-I-Z
She let me stick it
afraid of the way we feel.
Let's be kind to each other
Not forever, but for real.

My father never put his parachute on
In the Pacific back in World
since the other 90's was better suited for that biz
Back when Dick was fuckin' Liz 
Before soda pop had fizz 
Don't blame it on a jockstrap full
trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that
like Liz Claiborne 
I sat down and got comfortable and watched the Huxtables 
She sat next to me and said what's up wit you 
I got the feeling for
closely followed
By delusions of grandeur." (--Karen Horney)
I think about all the pube I got
While reading the Rubaiyat
And make babies in bunny slippers
off, stopped and I bought a Guinness Stout
Now was she shy, she didn't walk by
She came in the store then she even said hi
Curiosity- at a high
and the party is set
I go for real all night til the sun start to rise
And I'm back on the block again flipping them pies
Me and my man Luck Star bagging all
friends, the bottoming is we've got
The dumb leading the deaf and blind
We're fresh out of parachutes
And we're headed for the edge of a cliff

Look
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent

Ey, ask me what I
seconds, pulled the cord on my parachute
Landed surrounded by a herd of wild barracudas, lions
The sounds of the wild kingdom piercing like a siren
Was I