Saturday, February 17, 2007

king size (pack of lies)


She's a picture of health, alive with pleasure.
She's got a cigarette burning in her hand.
Adrift in a world of wealth and leisure,
she dreams that the world's at her command.

Come a long way, baby; time to recognize
she got sold the king size
(pack of lies).

Men tell her this is where the fun starts.
The soft sell, it works every time.

Wise men say it pays to advertise.
She got sold the king size
(pack of lies).

Messages on a billboard
or in the pages of a magazine
No video, no radio.
But somewhere in between.
In the throes of a wicked trance state
where the automatic go to hide
she tempted her eventual fate
and went out for a ride.

She drives her tan sedan as the sun sets
to a funky beach party on the sand.
She parties hard, look how nervous everyone gets.
Everyone looks so concerned.
When she drinks she's so hard to understand.
She said, "Let's hit the highway and take some lives"
She got sold the king size
(pack of lies).

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