Tall Thin In - White Flame

Your form is fine

It soothes my eye

For just one while

Until I find

You open Your mouth and we all realize it’s a

Waste of time of waste of time

The tabloids will tell You that You’re gonna win

You’re tall You’re thin You must be in

The smile on Your face just a surgical spin

Now nobody knows what is going on inside Your head

That Kenzo dress

Is fab I guess

It seems a mess

But makes up in bliss

Your brain and Your boobs are injected with ooze

Now You’re fabulous

— by standards of his

The tabloids will tell You that You’re gonna win

You’re tall You’re thin You must be in

The smile on Your face just a surgical spin

Now nobody knows what is going on inside Your head

The day You turn 30 You know it will end

You’re tall — so what

The tabloids will tell You that You’re gonna win

You’re tall You’re thin You must be in

The smile on Your face just a surgical spin

Now nobody knows You no nobody cares if

The tabloids will tell You that You’re gonna win

You’re tall You’re thin You must be in

The smile on Your face just a surgical spin

Now nobody knows what is going on inside Your head