Originally Posted by
Nazis From Mars
Your days of going through a phase,
are finally lashing back at you.
There's more to shut up and ignore,
but there's even less and less to do.
And there's nothing to say, and they're looking away
what have you got yourself into?
One little missapprehension got you,
now they're lining up around the block,
to watch you,
screw yourself up,
for this bitter cup, which pains you the most,
when it's too late to say you're sorry,
and pretend that it's a toast.
Naomi, Naomi!
You struggle with the reality myth,
when you're talking on the tv screen.
About choke chains and mary janes
in Seventeen Magazine.
And you're thinking of your JC Penny lingerie,
that nobody has ever seen.
No one understands your comments,
or why you're so obsessed with undergarments.
from multi-cultured pearl, to Glamour girl,
took less than a day;
and your Wonderbra world of Disney,
was just a make-over away.
Naomi, Naomi! It's just a matter of time. It's just a matter of time.
What's that they're saying now?
Oh wow, she looks good in tears.
That you can't allow,
but now,
you haven't looked this young in years.
You look sweet walking down the street,
but no one's even slowing down.
They can't decide, should they offer you a ride,
or the head of Helen Gurley Brown.
Naomi, Naomi.. it's just a matter of time.
