The New Pornographers - High Art, Local News

In a good girl, new world
Teaming with you, filled to the roof

For high art, mad love, nightly news
Skip the reviews

They don't want to be known
Don't want it read
It's just something that's floating in somebody's head

So let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this

In a postcard, parkside rendez-vous, teaming with you
To make high art based on walking the dog
Walking through fog

And please skip the reviews
Because someone you've met's
Become something exploding in somebody's head

Let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this
It leaves voices in people
It leaves voices in people
It leaves voices in people
It leaves voices in people
It leaves voices in people

In a countdown downtown total eclipse
Big as the Ritz
You find new signs, no time
Some you could use, lost in your shoes

But don't skip the reviews, we don't want it said
"It's just something that's floating in somebody's head"

Let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this
Let me, princess, print this

Written by:
Carl Allan Newman

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