site logo

Bran Van 3000 Ceci N'est Pas Une Chanson Lyrics

Last updated: 01/05/2011 10:00:00 AM

Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard, but I think HI
BONDAGE UP YOURS!

Ya this is Bran Van giving a shout out to all the Paris suburbs.
All the London hounds.
All the New York hound dogs.
And the NDG, misguided.

It was the night before New Years Eve.
I had a curious desire for doughnuts.
I dragged my sorry ass to the city of Lavada where she drank from a Tim Horton抯
promo cup.
She said, 揚aris smashed by the toilet, some crack pot smoked holiday,I tried
desperately to avoid it but that抯 when she looked my sorry-ass ways.

Say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways.
Say goodbye to your sorry-ass ways.

She said the place where your standing is not even place not for music not even
song.
And the sadness you see come from deep within me, has been your sadness all
along.
So don抰 pretend to be so perfect, I抦 quite intent in my traveling gear.
What you see is not just a coffee girl, despite of the fact that I抦 not even
here.

It抯 just like a foxfire.

HI BONDAGE UP YOURS!

And the snow fell like crushed aspirin on that catholic holiday.
She looked me sideways like a crooked lawyer; hung over as the one he played.
So don抰 pretend to be like you are with me because I am, thinking that there is
no struggle coming up from the bubble, cuz there is no struggle in your sorry
ass ways.
Oh, say good-bye.
Oh, say good-bye.
Ah, say good-bye to your sorry-ass ways.
Ah, say good-bye to your sorry-ass ways.

I mean where are troubles; ya抣l know what to do.
Spending money cuz I抦 in love with you.
I mean I抦 worth enough trouble ya抣l know what to do.
Spells just like the romance, smells go right to you.

People fly




WRITE A REVIEW FOR THIS SONG?
(Important: Use a nickname if you don't want your name to be published) Type your review in the space below: