Lyrics

All songs © Paper Tiger, Boy Girl Recordings 2010 – BMI

Me Have Fun

The night went so well

I take him back to the hotel

I’m waiting in the car

for a kiss to say farewell

but it doesn’t come…now I’m confused and feeling dumb

I like to talk to you…even if it’s just for fun.

it took so much time

to pull myself out of my mind

I’d like to find a way

to crawl back inside and hit rewind

to replay some moments…frame by frame & one by one

I think I’ll stay awhile…even if it’s just for fun.

I wanted one day to roll into another

to hide him and seek him under my cover

I want him to say, that I am his lover

I want him to hear me over the others

This time around

he don’t leave me off where he last found me

I’ve come too far

to talk myself out of this now

if I just sit back…will all my rules start to come undone

I like being here…even if it’s just for fun.

It’s an odd sort of dressing room

the way that these lives are intertwined

on covered chairs in luminescent light

I’m shopping retail without a dime…

It’s an odd sort of dressing room

I’m thrifting out for what could be mine

unfolding chairs and florescent lights

I’ll set the curtains on fire this time

If he don’t call back

will all my clarity come unsung

this is good for me…it’s almost just like having fun.

Hugo

i reach beyond the realm of this old place

carbon-dated fears and changing face

all around the sound of silence falls

and I say…….ahhh

all I want is for them to take me home

all I want is for them to take me home

i reach beyond the realm of this old place

carbon-dated fears and changing face

all around the sound of silence falls

and I say…….ahhh

Freezer

was it you- or the night- or the night- in my head

but your arm- feels so nice- on the back- of my chair

was it the song- that last refrain- was it the wine

that filled up my glass again

maybe the moon- had something to say- to get rid of the chill-

that stands in my way…

Come and get my love out of the freezer

i may be the sunday/sundae that you dream of

do you have to look so cute in a hat and my bathrobe

to make up the miles that lie between us that make this possible

so come and get my love out of the freezer

i may be the flavor of your dreams dear

there’s no sugar hangover to sleep through

just the normal highs and lows that make me human

….the normal highs and lows that make me human…

did i pick out the wrong dress to go with the right shoes

and does this hand bag say that ‘i like you’

your average umbrella could never keep me dry-

from the rain clouds i’ve been collecting

i’m a retail disaster- can’t think any faster

so many things left for me to master

done up in accessories- gratuitous pleasantries

like old animation turned into a species

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