Purpose to change ones self Appearance is everything to you, my darling Hours of your life dead Driven from wounds from you hospital bed This weight
hope your reflection kills you before I do Despite what you think, you are ugly Despite what you say, no one likes you Little girls in white dresses
Somebody's gonna love you. Somebody oughta lay you out. Don't give it away. Cause I need you the most when I'm half of what I was when I was in your
castle Mine got lost somewhere You make me want to wear dresses You make me want to wear dresses Its much much safer in my dresses You make me want to wear dresses
done so, so many times Each time I loved one, I always lost one Seems like the right one is so hard to find. And, I'm Shopping for dresses with no one
In muddy grass we stand side by side With our knuckles interlocked Black dresses flood the cemetery In this cliche tragedy Just do as you're instructed
(and now a part of me must do the same) and you like to dress (but I know I must be thankful that) you wear dresses that never fade you wear dresses
've done so, so many times Each time I loved one, I've always lost one Seems like the right one is so hard to find And I'm shopping for dresses with
Somebody's gonna love you Sombebody oughta lay you out Don't give it away Cause I need you the most When I'm half of what I was When I was in your room
perfect now (and now a part of me must do the same) And you like to dress (but I know I must be thankful) You wear dresses that never fade You wear dresses
perfect now (And now a part of me must do the same) And you like to dress (But I know I must be thankful) You wear dresses that never fade You wear dresses
it's about getting our freakdum drsses on
hands Oh do you mean it?? It's so lonesome In "this happens" stance If you ask me.. Yes, I'd like to dance Just show me a glove-covered hand A perfumed dress
don't have to I don't have to wear a dress If you don't want to, you don't have to You don't have to wear a dress Dresses, dresses, we hate dresses Dresses, dresses, WE HATE DRESSES
Words by J.R.R. Tolkien, translated into Old English (Rohirric) by David Salo, music by Howard Shore. Old English (Rohirric) Hw?r cwom helm? Hwaer
done so, so many times But each time I loved one I always lost one And I guess the right one is so hard to find So I'm shoppin' for dresses with no