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Scissor Sisters (Self Titled)

I. Laura
 
Two women taught me to love, just to be swept away by another man.
One too many trips to your salon has left me yearning for something bigger.
You will always be in my heart, the both of you.  
Do not welcome me into yours for I have evolved into something greater.
The age of me has come to the city, I'm right where I belong.
 
2. Take Your Mama
 
I came home with some painful news, Mama.  
Before I tell you, let's go for a night on the town.
Don't ask why, just keep drinking.
I didn't mean to make you cry, Mama, but this is who I am.
I'm still the boy you raised just a bit gayer.  
 
3. Comfortably Numb
 
The same tune you've always known just a little different.
Don't be run away from the disco, let the disco take over your body.
Dance to the trip of the Sisters, sing to the words of Glimour and Waters.
Give yourself to your guilty pleasures.  
You know you want to.
 
4. Mary
 
To my sad little peach, I will always be there for you.
No matter the continuous tears I must swim through to get to you, I will be your friend.
When I'm rich, we can have everything you've ever wanted.
Hell, I'd sell all my money to your cause if it would make you smile.
With love, your best friend.
 
5. Lovers in the Backseat
 
What a lovely day for a drive.
The sun is shining, the sky is clear, and Ms. Matrontic playing on the radio.
How frequently I check my mirror for the people behind me.  
I try not to look, but they've got me in a stir.
One hand on the wheel.
 
6. Tits On The Radio
 
You can listen but you can't see in this blind night club.
Here, you can touch and be touched by anything that enters.
A hole is a hole, a nipple's a nipple, and hand is a hand.
Good times are better when you let go.
So close your eyes and open wide.
 
7. Filthy/Gorgeous
 
Welcome, young saints, to our church of filth where our God tonight is you.
We accept donations from those who answer our prayers.
Go on, beat the devil out of me, Daddy.  
Fill me with your holiness.
Don't stop until your pockets are empty.
 
8. Music is the Victim
 
The morning after, a place in time to evaluate the bright ideas of the night prior.
One too many good times left me in the need of a break.
The anonymous lovers and the various types of glitter...
The rush is hard to let go, but I know I can start over.
I've faith in forgotten savior.
 
9. Better Luck Next Time
 
You're so much better than drugs.  
That would be if we ever got together.
Without that glitter, I don't know how to approach you.
We're just robots programmed to fuck each other.
I release you... For now.
 
10. It Can't Come Quickly Enough
 
Spirituality, discovery, enlightenment.
I have found myself again above the clouds.
Theorizing, prophetizing, mesmerizing.
My eyes are set on the horizon.
Why can't I feel like this all the time?
 
11. Return To Oz
 
What happened to my home?
It's not as beautiful as I remember.
It's as cold and desolate as the bar stool.  
Dorothy came back to find the witch came back from the dead.
Can she save the Tin Man from losing his heart?
 
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