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TOUCHY

John Capek/Lorraine Feather

I didn't mean to bite your head off baby
You know I'm not like that
But all of a sudden
It seemed like such a big deal
You can't imagine the way I feel
When I begin
Behaving a little like an evil twin
Who has taken me her hostage

Another word and I could break out sobbing (215k Wav)
Why am I so upset
Some Vitamin B1
Might help untangle my mind
What I would love is a glass of wine
It makes me loose
But who knows what thoughts it could introduce
Into this waking nightmare

There are good days, bad days, days of rest
Days when nobody seems impressed
Days of laughter, days of lust
Days that don't deserve to be discussed
Days of heaven, days of hell
And some days when anyone around can tell
You're a little bit touchy
Just a little bit

I wonder could it be coincidental
That when I'm this touchy
Things happen to go wrong
And people push me too far
I guess it might be the way they are
Or is it me
Attracting everyone's hostility
Through the turmoil of my body

There are good days, bad days, days of rest
Days when nobody seems impressed
Days of laughter, days of lust
Days that don't deserve to be discussed
Days of heaven, days of hell
And some days when anyone around can tell
You're a little bit touchy
Just a little bit touchy

I know this woman
Who worked at a place downtown
Called DaBlasio, Grishman and Brown
She jumped on some guy
In a business suit, in the elevator - well
They pulled her off around the
24th floor
The man was absolutely white
She lost the case on appeal
She'd been on her way out for a ten-course meal

You don't know how my back aches
I don't ever get the breaks
"Paper of plastic?" he says to me - "Paper or plastic?'
With an attitude
Everyone I've been talking to is so rude
Everyone I've been talking to is so rude

You know, you ought to hang around until I'm 50
I'm gonna be the queen of stability
Wait and see baby
I'm never gonns feel the least bit like a balloon
That's right - I'll be out all night
Thumbing my nose

at the moon

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