I never think about love, I only feel gusts of lust My feminine nature crumbles into feminine dust The white picket dream slips away and I’m free To trade lifetime for moment just to get some release
No longer trapped by decisions or my strong imperfections I’m not really that bitter only mildly enlightened I’m not wanting to live my whole life as your wife So I can make you your dinner, tuck your kids in at night
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant
Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love
What’s so modern about you and your obnoxious agenda You hide your skeletons so well a single stain couldn’t touch ya Caught by my strength, or at least the appearance I sit and mumble my words so that you barely hear them
Still we’re fighting the ages with an unbridled vigor To be anything useless but not anything bigger I’m not wanting to live my whole life in the lie That who you are doesn’t matter just look good when you die
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant
Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love
I gave it all I played the part, I laid it down, my wasted heart The toxic air inside our lungs, but they don’t care our hearts die young
They don’t want our voice to make a sound They politely want to grind us down But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love
Ahhh, ahhh, they don’t want our voice to make a sound Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them We’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of love, we’re rebels of loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
