Ben Folds - The Frown Song lyrics
rate meTread slowly from the car to the spa Like a weary war-torn refugee Crossing the border with your starving child It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu Present the waitress with your allergy card And tell her all your problems And leave no tip at all Down to the shoe store with your friends Speculate who might be fucking the guru Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Rock on, rock on, spread the love around Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Spread the love around Do you remember how we managed before We could afford real nervous breakdowns Or before the Anthropologie store Was erected on Indian burial grounds So really don't you see a little of yourself In the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at Or the child who's hiding inside As you wipe the smile off the teenage barista [Chorus] All right You're gonna be all right, baby You're gonna be all right, baby Floating back from the spa to the car A state of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room Sometimes life's not so bad Now we know who's been fucking the guru [Chorus]
