Body Type - Miss The World

Put a chair down, someone's gonna sit on it
Doesn't matter where, they don't care, they'll sit on it
It's a unique brand of entitlement
Fall to the floor - for the hell of it

I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world

She's a violent pre-teen anarchist
Your oxymoronic protagonist
See her hand feed her bichon frise
While the microwave zaps her macaroni and cheese

I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world
I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world and everything in it
I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world
I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world and everything in it

A genuine question on the lips
Of every post-punk capitalist
Can you just sub out of a bank account
And mute the TV when the ad break hits?

Walking down the street you can't ignore it
Grab em by the pussy - yeah you just can't ignore that
Leader of the free world sent her a postcard
Greetings from weird land, wish you were here girl WOO

I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world
I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world and everything in it
I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world
I miss the world, I miss the world, I miss the world and everything in it

Miss the world, but mostly I miss B O D Y T Y P E

Put a chair down, someone's gonna sit on it
Doesn't matter where, they don't care, they'll sit on it
It's a unique brand of entitlement
Fall to the floor, for the hell of it
Fall to the floor, for the hell of it
Fall to the floor, just for the hell of it
Fall to the floor, for the hell of it

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