[u]Being Around[/u]
by The Lemonheads (written by Evan Dando)
If I was in the fridge, would you open the door?
If I was the grass, would you mow your lawn?
If I was your body, would you still wear clothes?
If I was a booger, would you blow your nose?
Where would you keep it, would you eat it?
I'm just trying to give myself a reason,
for being around.
If I was front porch swing, would you let me hang?
If I was a dancefloor, would you shake your thang?
If I was rubber cheque, would you let me bounce?
Up and down inside your bank account,
Would you trust me, not to break you?
I'm just trying really hard to make you,
notice me being around.
If I was a haircut, would you wear a hat?
If I was a maid, could I clean your flat?
If I was the carpet, would you wipe your feet?
In time to save me from mud off the street?
If you liked me, if you loved me,
would you get down on your knees and scrub me?
I'm a little grubby,
from just being around.
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[u]The Outdoor Type[/u]
by The Lemonheads (written by Tom Morgan)
Always had a roof above me,
always paid the rent,
and I've never set foot inside a tent,
couldn't build a fire to save my life,
I lied about being the outdoor type.
I've never slept out underneath the stars,
the closest that I came to that was one time my car,
broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night,
I lied about being the outdoor type.
Too scared to let you know,
you knew what you were looking for,
I lied until I fit the bill,
God bless the great indoors,
I lied about being the outdoor type,
I've never owned a sleeping bag,
let along a mountain bike.
I can't go away with you on a rock climbing weekend,
what if something's on TV and it's never shown again?
It's just aswell I'm not invited,
I'm afraid of heights,
I lied about being the outdoor type,
never learned to swim,
can't grow a beard or even fight,
I lied about being the outdoor type.
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Dad was flammable
