Scary Bitches This Is Not My Idea Of Fun
I woke up this morning feeling kinda icky
I looked in a mirror, found I turned into a hippy
I went to the closet where my black clothes were
Pulled out a multi-coloured jumper and a blue denim skirt
(chorus)
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my
Idea of fun
I think my, I think my, I think my
Dark days are done
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my
Idea of fun
I think I, I think I, I think I'm
Turning into my mum
And in sanatorium everybody frowned
Cause I burned my hair, died it light brown
Get no joy from none of my CDs
All I wanna listen to is tapes of the Bee Gees
(chorus)
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my
Idea of fun
I think my, I think my, I think my
Dark days are done
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my
Idea of fun
I think I, I think I, I think I'm
Turning into my mum
I cried so much, I was so cut up
When the doctor said: There's nothing wrong, you're just growing up
I rushed home and put on some black PVC
Coz' I ain't gonna let that happen to me
(chorus)
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my
Idea of fun
I think my, I think my, I think my
Dark days are done
This is not my, This is not my, This is not my
Idea of fun
I think I, I think I, I think I'm
Turning into my mum
