Dance Of The Seven Veils Lyrics by Liz Phair
Album : Exile In Guyville
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Johnny, my love, get out of the business
It makes me wanna rough you up so badly
Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic
Toss you up and pump you full of lead

Johnny, my love, get out of the business
The odds are getting fatter by the minute
That I have got a bright and shiny platter
And I am gonna get your heavy head

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring
You can rent me by the hour
I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
Entertainers bring May flowers

So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness
Now all we gotta do is get a preacher
He can probably skip the until death part
'Cause Johnny, my love, you're already dead

I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring
You can rent me by the hour
I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
Entertainers bring May flowers
May flowers, May flowers to you
Johnny, my love, get out of the business   It makes me wanna rough you up so badly   Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic   Toss you up and pump you full of lead      Johnny, my love, get out of the business   The odds are getting fatter by the minute   That I have got a bright and shiny platter   And I am gonna get your heavy head      I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring   You can rent me by the hour   I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing   Entertainers bring May flowers      So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness   Now all we gotta do is get a preacher   He can probably skip the until death part   'Cause Johnny, my love, you're already dead      I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring   You can rent me by the hour   I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing   Entertainers bring May flowers   May flowers, May flowers to you