Ally McBeal letra

Once upon a time you were on prime time
Made the Monday lineup on Fox at 9:00, didn't you?
Your complaints and whines while defendin' crimes
In your high hemlines made Gloria Steinem spit on you

And all the '90s women heed your call
And share your deep desire to have it all
But they don't see the way you stay so small
Behind the locked door of the bathroom stall
Sittin' there, hunched over and purging your last meal

Ally McBeal
Ally McBeal
Nothing but skin and bones
Just like a Kate Moss clone
Without no muscle tone
Like a skeleton

You can try to lie, say your metabolism's high
But I ain't gonna buy it when you're outsized by Ethiopians
And I just can't stand you in your damn flannel jammies
Dancin' 'round, plannin' which man'll get the grand tour of your fallopians

I just don't get what all the people see
In your self-involvement and hypocrisy
Your Pop-Tart feminism and cheap neuroses
As I stare into the vacuum of my T.V.
Scratching my head and trying to understand your appeal

Ally McBeal
Ally McBeal
Think of all the chunks you've blown
And all the up you've thrown
Into your porcelain throne
Regurgitation

Da Vinci's Notebook - Letras

• Ally McBeal
• Another Irish Drinking Song
• Baby Please
• Enema Countdown
• Enormous Penis
• Face Like Billy Joel
• Fish Sticks
• Heather Graham
• Hot Soup
• I Wish I Were
• I Wrote This Song
• Internet Porn
• Kingdom in the Sky
• Liposuction
• Me Pants Fall Down
• Road Rage
• Saggy Diaper Blues
• Seaside Lament (Sand)
• Secret Asian Man
• Secret Asian Man
• The Big Chair
• The Gates
• Title of the Song
• Window-Washing Cowboy