Monday, December 31, 2007

Song of the Week

wow. i really need to work on this. anyway, this is kind of dirty song, but i love it anyway. :D check it out. thanx for recommending them, mel.


Dear Ms. Leading
The Dear Hunter
Act II: The Meaning of, & all things regarding Ms. Leading


Dear Ms. Leading I hate to tell you
that I no longer need your services
A bitter fabricating manufacturer of lust
You have been presented as
It doesn’t do a thing for me,
I now know your identity
A black widow who temps
the gray with promises of love

If ignorance is bliss,
wish I was blissfully ignorant
But I'm not, I'm enlightened
now light has been presented to me
In spite of...
You know Ms. Leading
I regret to inform you
I’ve fallen out of lust

It must be so hard to understand
Hell no I don’t think so,
hell no I don’t think so

Did you really think me
a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything
you said was true

Push your battering lips on
another unsuspecting men
Hell no I don’t think so,
hell no I don’t think so

Dear Ms. Leading in response
to your response
I'm simply unavailable
I hope you got the message
in the message that I sent

Shame on me for falling
for someone so dense
In different times I’d migh
of played along to something warm,
something with security

As fleeting as momentary rapture
and the pleasure of collapsing in arms
So welcoming to others just like me

You know Ms. Leading I regret
to inform youI’ve fallen out of lust
It must be so hard to understand
Hell no I don’t think so,
hell no I don’t think so

Did you really think me a fool
enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your battering lips on another
unsuspecting man

Hell no I don’t think so,
hell no I don’t think so
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2 comments:

Melanie said...

yay melly with an excellent taste in music! maddy thanked me for recommending we the kings to her on her blog too...

all their albums are about "ms. leading" the prostitute or w/e. makes me laugh.

December 31, 2007 at 3:51 PM
Anonymous said...

Well, I do love a good prostitute..

January 13, 2008 at 7:36 PM

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