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Written by: Donnelly (© 1999 SOCAN) Lyrics Tried to lie beside her: ended up inside her It didn't have to be that good; it didn't have to be that great It didn't have to be that true. Put our past behind us; let our eyes remind us Whenever we make contact, that you could not get past that Night in your room. CHORUS Walk down any street. Talk to everyone you meet. Tell them all how much of a loser I am. Make sure nobody gets hurt: again. To you who are paramount. We sang Pixies songs at the top of our lungs "Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big big love" You asked me to stay, it did not test my intellect. Sleep on the stairs like everybody else, or in your bed? I choose you. I offer you a ride; you rudely decline Couldn't give me the satisfaction If doing something right. Anything right. To you who are paramount. You're the top top top top top of the pops. You're the cream cream cream cream on top. You're the chaff chaff chaff chaff chaff of the crop. You're the cherry on top. You're paramount. Story About a party at Spike's house, a one-night stand, and the one that got away. Another straight-ahead rocker with a good groove; a crowd favourite. |
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