Breeders I Cant Help It Lyrics

I Cant Help It Lyrics

She's not a girl who misses much
Do-do-do, oh yeah
She's well
acquainted
With the touch of a velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window
pane
Man in the crowd
With the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail
boots
Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy
Working
overtime
The sole confession of his wife
Which he ate and donated to
the
National Trust
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Down to the abyss
that I've left up town
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior
jumped the gun *6
Happiness is a warm gun *4
(Bang, bang, shoot,
shoot)
Some guy: Josephine, do you think you are going bald?
Josephine:
No. You've asked me that before and the answer was no then.