Why?
Darla
darla, they've brought your eggs into my kitchen i know you're wishin' your bones weren't so soft but your cage is just too small to move in, we're fucking groovin' in the city it's a pity that you can't be groovin' too, boo. and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie, that you weren't born for the cage in life and i know that your ovulation's private and you're ready to be fertilized. darla, you never said you were unhappy or you feel crappy never said anything at all but i know you know you're not living the good life if i could i'd pick lock you free, you'd live with jeff and me on fairmount st. that'd be neat. and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie, that you were born for the cage in life and i know that your ovulation's private and you're ready to be fertilized.
From Letras Mania