Ludo - Elektra's Complex lyrics

rate me

She's got Ansel Adams postcards on her wall

They validate her artsiness (she got 'em at the mall)

Soulmate's not around, some guy she did on Outward Bound

The tragic inconvenience of it all.

Drama over coffee, girlfriend's having issues

Dispensing pop-psychology, advice like it was tissues

She's a cookie-cutter, carbon-copy, Cosmo-clone for life

Someday she's gonna be somebody's wife.

CHORUS

What a ripe prototype

Educated, but dims her light

Beauty tips, birthing hips

Guaranteed function right.

She's got Investment Banker Joe to win the bread

While tea-times lipo-suck and country-club her in the head

She's a Betty Crocker, soccer-mommy, Oscar nominee

For casseroles and faking it in bed.

She's got Prada and Prozac and fun when Joey's gone

Lemonade in lingerie for the men who mow the lawn

For years and years, her seven-figure life is slowly spent

Someday she'll stop and wonder where it went

REPEAT CHORUS

She wants a caveman with spear and dental plan

Who could give her treats and hold her hand

Elektra's complex, you gotta understand

She's stranded candyless in Candyland

She wants a lollipop

SOLO

REPEAT CHORUS

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