1. |
Girl Crush
03:41
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She’s got a fire in her eyes
I got chills and little butterflies
Red lips that will start up a war
I never noticed before…
And now I feel flush
Nahhhh, GIRL CRUSH
She’s really making it look so easy
Fitting in her own skin
Fearless and fetching
Hemlines high, inhibitions low
You can look all you want…
But don’t touch
Nahhhh, GIRL CRUSH
I need to feel the breeze when she walks by me
Shaking in the wake of her glory
Ahhh, rush….
Nahhhh, GIRL CRUSH
Eye contact, zodiac, heart attack, please come back
Read my mind, intertwine, grease and grind, finish line
I can’t go wrong singing a song
Of a woman so dashing
And all head strong
And one fine day a girl will look my way
And you will hear the people say…
“Look at her blush!”
Nahhhh, GIRL CRUSH
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2. |
Marilyn Monroe
04:07
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I'm gonna change my name
And shed my ball and chain,
These amber waves of grain
I long for dazzling grime
Dark streets of fame and crime
I've got a light to shine
The silver train is gonna take me away
We’ll drink champagne to the cabaret
Heads all turn to hear what we say
Don’t you wanna be like
The boys in the spotlight
Ladies in the window
Like Marilyn Monroe
Pay rent with sex and dreams
Shoplift some magazines
No rules for sweet 18
We have no guarantee
Live off the bourgeoise
Gaze at the marquis
The silver train is gonna take us away
We’ll drink champagne to the cabaret
Heads all turn to hear what we say
Don’t you wanna be like
The boys in the spotlight
Ladies in the window
Like Marilyn Monroe
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3. |
Big $
03:51
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BIG MONEY
SHORT FUSE
ROUGH SEX
FAKE NEWS
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4. |
Mark on Me
04:14
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I’m firing big guns
Fixate, in vain it’s not enough
Disseminate I belong to you
Parade my naked frame
Declare your hall of fame
Can you make it sting?
Put your mark on me
Put your mark on me
Put your mark on me
Put your mark on me
Bloodstains, all on my tiny cage
Serve my crow on the killing floor
Prepare your best champagne
Proclaim your family name
Put your mark on me
Put your mark on me
Put your mark on me
Put your mark on me
Under a white fog, all soft and misty
I see the bodies move, like a factory
Skin glistening, lights all flash and spin
We’re all in a trance, come on and dance
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The Gods Themselves Seattle, Washington
TGT are a dance punk band from Seattle, WA. Songwriting duo Astra Elane and Dustin Patterson exude art-punk bravado with angular guitars and hungry vocals shimmering atop disco undertones. For their upcoming release, “New Excuse” they teamed up with producer Stephen Hague, legend for his work with Peter Gabriel, Pet Shop Boys, Pretenders, New Order and many more. ... more
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