change her mind?. Maybe she thinks that I'm just not her kind. I think she wants me but she's trying to play hard to get. When she treats me this way, I wish we'd never met Information, that's what I
Too much information running through my brain. Too much information driving me insane. Too much information running through my brain. Too much information driving me insane I've seen the whole
me out Running against the law and against the time. Wondering what the fuss is all about. Finding a way to dream away your love. Taking it in before they take me out Just like a secret society
. If you wanna be a star, star. Gonna write a hit about Bacardi, parties, bars, cars. If you wanna make money, money. If you wanna be a star, star. Starting to think that. S-s-society sucks, I think I
probably get some help. I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell. My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips. Oh, baby, you're so bad for my health. Dear society, you've pushed me to
Thurston. Society is a hole. It makes me lie to my friends. It's running down my street. With white powers sneakers. On the beautiful beat of black feet. Society is a hole. It beats my friends
(harmonica). Jimmy carl black (vocals). Ahmet zappa (vocals). Moon zappa (vocals) You're the ol' lady from the society pages. From a small town somewhere I used to be. You owned the paper and a bunch of
pray. Afraid and so alone. Tell me where have all the loving people gone They're lying here with you and me. Buried in the shadows of society Young mothers' faces filled with shame. It's not enough
pawn in this recurring game. Humanity going insane. . Shades of death are all I see. skeletons of society. shades of death are all I see. Fragments of what used to be. fragments of what used to be
We belong to a mutual. Admiration society. My baby and me. We belong to a mutual. Admiration society. . I think he's handsome. And he's smart. He thinks that. I'm a work of art. I say that
Song Where Are You Now - Honor Society. To my favorite teacher. Told me never give up. To my fifth grade crush. Who I thought I really love. To the guys I miss. And the girls we kissed. Where are you
