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I didn't mean to make you feel out of place
By the comments on your clothing or the makeup on your face
I didn't mean to preempt the chase
You're the drama queen of every scene perfectly out of place
So you cry yourself to sleep on your blanket of snow
With your tiara of Barbie doll heads and your arms crossed for a pillow
If you can't make up your mind just how different you should be
Reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy
Only cynicism can get through to you
Expand the image, up the insults
Negativism through and through
All of this pretending makes me feel a bit confused
You've spent your life losing yourself
And now you're marked as used
So you cry yourself to sleep on your blanket of snow
With your tiara of Barbie doll heads and your arms crossed for a pillow
If you can't make up your mind just how different you should be
Reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy
By the comments on your clothing or the makeup on your face
I didn't mean to preempt the chase
You're the drama queen of every scene perfectly out of place
So you cry yourself to sleep on your blanket of snow
With your tiara of Barbie doll heads and your arms crossed for a pillow
If you can't make up your mind just how different you should be
Reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy
Only cynicism can get through to you
Expand the image, up the insults
Negativism through and through
All of this pretending makes me feel a bit confused
You've spent your life losing yourself
And now you're marked as used
So you cry yourself to sleep on your blanket of snow
With your tiara of Barbie doll heads and your arms crossed for a pillow
If you can't make up your mind just how different you should be
Reorganize your priorities to expect more sympathy
Lyrics submitted by badsrx7, edited by Mellow_Harsher
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the song is a play on 'whose afraid of virginia woolf'
if youve read the play, the wife drunkenly sings "whose afraid of virginia woolf" to the tune of "whose afraid of the big bad wolf", which, according to Albee, the wolf, and what it, and Virginia Woolf represents is THE TRUTH (about life, relations, everything i suppose). i guess that means that MBD are saying they are afraid of someone who fears the truth...
stephen king has no culture too. anything you can by next to a james patterson novel in a drug store has no culture. go to a library and find a famous author from before 1965 and read that.
You're right, it doesn't mean you don't have culture. It just means you have sucky culture.
Seriously, it's pathetic. Next thing you know no one will know who Edgar Allan Poe is or Stephen King or anything. God, really books are good. Try one someday.
There was a movie made about her, called The Hours, starring Nicole Kidman and Meryl Streep.
She killed herself by walking into a river with stones in her pockets.
The Hours, both the novel and the movie, fucking suck. Read Mrs. Dalloway instead, and then watch the film. Skip The Hours entirely.