Any Kind Of Pain Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa
You are the girl Somebody invented In a grim little office On Madison ave.
They were specific They made you terrific Red lips Blue eyes Blonde hair Un-wise You're all-American And, darling, they said so
You'd take any kind of pain from me Wouldn't you, baby? You'd take any kind of pain from me Wouldn't you, baby? Since you haven't got a brain Let me just explain Any kind of pain Is never a maybe
Her head's full of bubbles Her nose is petite! She looks like she never Gets nothin' to eat!
She dines with actors 'n wall street characters Dull talk Nice clothes See her? She blows She's so important 'cause he gets to do talk shows
And she'd take any kind of pain from me Wouldn't you, bobby? She'd take any kind of pain from me Wouldn't you, bobby? Since you haven't got a name Let me just explain Any kind of pain Is probably her hobby
She has moves up now She's come a long way They give her bunches Of words she can say!
When she's in a bold mood 'confinement loaf' sounds good That's right She's wrong! Let's end Her song
(it seems she's everywhere We just can't escape her Is this a miracle of pure evolution? And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her She brings the 80's To a thrilling conclusion!)
Yes, she's every bit as tame as me Isn't she tender? Yes, she's every bit as lame as me Let us remember She gets only half the blame Only half the blame Only half the blame Unless we extend her
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