QueenSusanofNarnia
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Either "Mockingbird" or "On the Radio" (both by Regina Spektor).
__MOCKINGBIRD
Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's going to buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't mock real well,
well then, Papa's going to buy you a freedom bell.
Oh, and if that freedom bell don't ring,
Papa's going to buy you a cubic zirconia ring.
And if that cubic zirconia ring don't shine.
you're going to give your papa a real hard time now ain't cha? Ain't cha baby, ain't cha? (Mmhmm mmhmm.)
And if that real hard time don't pass,
Papa's going to get wrinkles all upon his face.
And then he'll blend in with all the other papas then.
Screw the whole mockingbird situation, we can't even afford a medical plan now, can we?
Oh baby now can we? (Mmhmm.)
This song won't do.
Let's start this over,
let's start this over.
Hush little baby here comes the sandman,
Papa's going to buy you a medical plan.
And if that medical plan don't cover your ***,
Papa's going to buy you a pregnancy test.
And if that pregnancy test comes out positive,
then girl I don't know how the **** we're going to live.
Maybe on your bright ideas,
maybe on cigarette butts,
maybe on bubblegum wrappers,
maybe on penalty shots.
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
you know to you, your Papa would never ever lie.
Oh hush while i sing to you this crude little lullaby.
And I'll get you all that **** one day
one by one by and by,
Well in the mean, mean... meanwhile.
Hush little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's going to buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Papa's going to buy you a diamond ring,
a real diamond.
No cubic nothing,
Like in the movies with that, what's her name?
Monroe... Marilyn...
A real, a real diamond, hush hush.
A real, a real diamond, hush hush.
A real, a real diamond, hush hush hush hush, hush.
A real, a real diamond, hush hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush.
Shh...
__ON THE RADIO
This is how it works,
It feels a little worse
and when we drove our hearse
right through that screaming crowd;
while laughing up a storm,
until we were just bone,
until it got so warm
that none of us could sleep.
Then all the Styrofoam
began to melt away;
we tried to find some worms
to aid in the decay.
But none of them were home
inside their catacomb;
a million ancient bees
began to sting our knees.
While we were on our knees
praying that disease
would leave the ones we love
and never come again;
and on the radio,
we heard November Rain;
the solo's really long,
but it's a pretty song.
We listened to it twice
'cause the deejay was asleep.
This is how it works:
you're young until you're not,
you love until you don't,
you try until you can't,
you laugh until you cry,
you cry until you laugh,
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath.
No, this is how it works:
you peer inside yourself,
you take the things you like,
and try to love the things you took.
And then you take that love you made
and stick it into some--
someone else's heart
pumping someone else's blood.
And walking arm in arm,
you hope it don't get harmed,
but even if it does,
you'll just do it all again...
On the radio
you'll hear November Rain;
that solo's awful long
but it's a nice refrain.
You listen to it twice
cause the deejay is asleep
on the radio,
(Ahh) on the radio,
on the radio-oh-o,
on the radio-oh-o,
on the radio-oh-o,
on the radio,
mmmhmm.
__MOCKINGBIRD
Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's going to buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't mock real well,
well then, Papa's going to buy you a freedom bell.
Oh, and if that freedom bell don't ring,
Papa's going to buy you a cubic zirconia ring.
And if that cubic zirconia ring don't shine.
you're going to give your papa a real hard time now ain't cha? Ain't cha baby, ain't cha? (Mmhmm mmhmm.)
And if that real hard time don't pass,
Papa's going to get wrinkles all upon his face.
And then he'll blend in with all the other papas then.
Screw the whole mockingbird situation, we can't even afford a medical plan now, can we?
Oh baby now can we? (Mmhmm.)
This song won't do.
Let's start this over,
let's start this over.
Hush little baby here comes the sandman,
Papa's going to buy you a medical plan.
And if that medical plan don't cover your ***,
Papa's going to buy you a pregnancy test.
And if that pregnancy test comes out positive,
then girl I don't know how the **** we're going to live.
Maybe on your bright ideas,
maybe on cigarette butts,
maybe on bubblegum wrappers,
maybe on penalty shots.
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
you know to you, your Papa would never ever lie.
Oh hush while i sing to you this crude little lullaby.
And I'll get you all that **** one day
one by one by and by,
Well in the mean, mean... meanwhile.
Hush little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's going to buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Papa's going to buy you a diamond ring,
a real diamond.
No cubic nothing,
Like in the movies with that, what's her name?
Monroe... Marilyn...
A real, a real diamond, hush hush.
A real, a real diamond, hush hush.
A real, a real diamond, hush hush hush hush, hush.
A real, a real diamond, hush hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush, hush.
Shh...
__ON THE RADIO
This is how it works,
It feels a little worse
and when we drove our hearse
right through that screaming crowd;
while laughing up a storm,
until we were just bone,
until it got so warm
that none of us could sleep.
Then all the Styrofoam
began to melt away;
we tried to find some worms
to aid in the decay.
But none of them were home
inside their catacomb;
a million ancient bees
began to sting our knees.
While we were on our knees
praying that disease
would leave the ones we love
and never come again;
and on the radio,
we heard November Rain;
the solo's really long,
but it's a pretty song.
We listened to it twice
'cause the deejay was asleep.
This is how it works:
you're young until you're not,
you love until you don't,
you try until you can't,
you laugh until you cry,
you cry until you laugh,
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath.
No, this is how it works:
you peer inside yourself,
you take the things you like,
and try to love the things you took.
And then you take that love you made
and stick it into some--
someone else's heart
pumping someone else's blood.
And walking arm in arm,
you hope it don't get harmed,
but even if it does,
you'll just do it all again...
On the radio
you'll hear November Rain;
that solo's awful long
but it's a nice refrain.
You listen to it twice
cause the deejay is asleep
on the radio,
(Ahh) on the radio,
on the radio-oh-o,
on the radio-oh-o,
on the radio-oh-o,
on the radio,
mmmhmm.
I love it though.
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