i cant call you baby

i feel the earth move under my feet i feel the sky come running down, come running down...i am strong, i am invincible...i am woman! dont want to be an american idiot, one nation ruled by the media...i'm not a part of a redneck agenda...and i cant call you baby anymore, eleanor...stacy's mom has got it going on...she's all i want and i've waited for so long...i could tell she liked me by the way she stared, and the way she said 'you missed a spot over there.' she's got a serrated edge that she moves back and forth, it's a simple machine, she doesnt have to use force and when she gets what she wants she puts the rest on a shelf in a ziploc bag in the freezer...stick shifts, safety belts, bucket seats have all got to go...a lot of good cars are japanese but when i'm riding in my car i need my baby close to me...i want a girl with a short skirt and long jacket...with fingernails that shine like justice...if i live til i'm 102, i just dont think i'll ever get over you...blue eyes, you are all that i need, the song that i sing...will you still love me tomorrow? no. the only living boy in new york...let go, let go...what are you waiting for? it's alright, there is beauty in the breakdown...and i have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay...we will see them waving from such great heights, 'come down now' we'll say but everything looks perfect from far away...i'd rather feel the pain all too familiar than be broken by a lover i dont understand, you know i've been unfaithful, lovers in lines, one hundred other lovers, worse, one hundred other altars...the only boy who could ever reach me was the son of a preacher man, being good isnt always easy, no matter how hard i try, when i hear him sweet talking to me, trying to tell me everything is alright, the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man...and every little thing she does is magic, everything she does just turns me on...bang bang, you shot me down, bang bang that awful sound, bang bang, i hit the ground, bang bang, my baby shot me down...

carole king, green day, low millions, fountains of wayne, cake, ?, ?, ?, simon and garfunkel, frou frou, iron and wine, jars of clay, ?, the police, nancy sinatra