Magazine — текст песни (Lauren Christy)

Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin

We were all delicious and smelled of arpege

I buzzed my killer in

Bring me the head of jerry garcia

Super sex on water skis

Iced decaf and mocchaccino

And a hooker by the grinder please



Magazine, know what I mean

You go on and on and on about stuff Ive never seen

Magazine, stuck to my hand

The boys dont ever get it

But the girls all understand



Angel, waffle, women are weird

Tighten up your tail

Throw her on the linoleum and

Harpoon her like a whale

Dads on drugs, british sex

A rollicking good time

Trust fund kids, when men are pigs

Just cook that little swine



Magazine, know what I mean

You go on and on and on about stuff Ive never seen

Magazine, stuck to my hand

The boys dont ever get it

But the girls all understand



Missionary position, politician

Young girls in the worlds oldest profession

Beauty, health, fashion, food

And the books and sex and art and news



The boys dont ever get it

But the girls all understand



Magazine, know what I mean

You go on and on and on about stuff Ive never seen

Magazine, stuck to my hand

The boys dont ever get it

But the girls all understand



Magazine,

Rip it up and just throw it away

Rip it up and just throw it away

Rip it up and just throw it away



Magazine, still stuck to my hand

The boys dont ever get it

But the girls all understand