Lyrics
Record Machine
You tell me that you're trying to learn
and 'bout the page you turned
but you went and burned all the nickels that you earned
and you're jumping from stone to stone
you're going it all alone
and you talk to me about the old days
they're just fodder for the imagination
but you got nothing
no more adulation
now you say you're going to tell me the truth, about you
-well fuck me up the ass and call me a cowboy
you've got your record machine
no matter what you do, it'll never be a bit like me
you've got that dress
oh, girl you're such a mess
a plastic girl
a plastic girl for a plastic world
a plastic girl with a machine
record machine
well, it doesn't take much
to get her to take out the old yearbook
she'll show you those gowns
tell you how they used to paint the town
but she's got nothing now
only those tears that burn
and that record machine, and she cries as she watches it turn
record
record
you've got your record machine
no matter what you do, it's never gonna take the place of me
you've got great breasts
oh, girl you need a rest
well, she says 'I'm not fat
look at my legs
my face
my ass!'
I said 'I'm sorry that all that nothing is starting to take its toll.'
it's hurting your body
and it's going to burn your soul
you've got your record machine
no matter what you do it's never going to take the place of me.
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