Song Lyrics
everything s so easy for pauline
Everything s so easy for pauline, of the make-believe monster whose picture was faked
The other lost three fingers at the cannery, two girls walk down the same street Margaret, fate holds her firm in its cradle and then rolls her for a tender pause to savor
But she ll never be as clean, the other lost three fingers at the cannery
Two girls walk down the same street, girl with the parking lot eyes
Girl with the parking lot eyes, they smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves
But she ll never be as clean, everything s so easy for pauline, her jaw aches from wanting and she s sick from chlorine
the other lost three fingers at the cannery
They smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves, two girls walk down the same street, everything s so easy for pauline
No monument of tacky gold, everything s so easy for pauline
And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected, the other lost three fingers at the cannery
As the cool side of satin, one left her sweater sittin on the train, everything s so easy for pauline
Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake, her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake, margaret is the fragments of a name
as the cool side of satin
girl with the parking lot eyes
But she ll never be as clean, no monument of tacky gold, ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace
everything s so easy for pauline
One left her sweater sittin on the train, they smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves
The other lost three fingers at the cannery, ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace
Two girls ride the blue line, ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace Pauline, and they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected
girl with the parking lot eyes
fate holds her firm in its cradle and then rolls her for a tender pause to savor
Margaret is the fragments of a name, ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace
but she ll never be as clean
No monument of tacky gold, her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake
As the cool side of satin, her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake vs., one left her sweater sittin on the train
No monument of tacky gold, everything s so easy for pauline Pauline, margaret is the fragments of a name
Everything s so easy for pauline, everything s so easy for pauline
The other lost three fingers at the cannery, the other lost three fingers at the cannery
Two girls walk down the same street, one left her sweater sittin on the train
Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake, two girls walk down the same street Margaret, but she ll never be as clean
and they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected
everything s so easy for pauline
margaret is the fragments of a name
And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected, two girls walk down the same street, everything s so easy for pauline
Her love steams like rage, fate holds her firm in its cradle and then rolls her for a tender pause to savor Neko, of the make-believe monster whose picture was faked
No monument of tacky gold, one left her sweater sittin on the train, margaret is the fragments of a name
no monument of tacky gold
Ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace, two girls walk down the same street vs., her love steams like rage
her love steams like rage
Her love steams like rage, her love pours like a fountain
And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected, her jaw aches from wanting and she s sick from chlorine
Her love steams like rage, everything s so easy for pauline
Margaret is the fragments of a name, everything s so easy for pauline
No monument of tacky gold, everything s so easy for pauline
Fate holds her firm in its cradle and then rolls her for a tender pause to savor, everything s so easy for pauline, of the make-believe monster whose picture was faked
her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake
Margaret is the fragments of a name, margaret is the fragments of a name, as the cool side of satin
But she ll never be as clean, girl with the parking lot eyes Margaret, ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace
Two girls ride the blue line, they smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves
two girls walk down the same street
