My Junk
Wendla:
In the midst of this nothing,
This miss of a life,
Still, there's this one thing
Just to see you go by.
Martha:
It's almost like lovin'
Sad as that is.
Thea:
May not be cool,
But it's so where I live.
Anna:
It's like I'm your lover
Or more like your ghost.
I spend the day wondering
What you do, where you go.
Thea:
I try and just kick it,
But then, what can I do?
We've all got our junk,
And my junk is you.
Girls:
See us, winter walkin'
After a storm.
It's chill in the wind
But it's warm in your arms.
We stop all snow blind
May not be true.
But we've all got our junk,
And my junk is you.
Georg:
Well, you'll have to excuse me,
I know it's so off,
I love when you do
Stuff that's rude and so wrong.
Hanschen:
I go up to my room,
Turn the stereo on,
Shoot up some you
In the You of some song.
Thea:
I lie back just driftin'
And play out these scenes.
I ride on the rush
All the hopes, all the dreams...
Anna:
I May be neglectin'
The things I should do.
We've all got our junk,
And my junk is you.
All:
See we still keep talkin'
After you're gone.
You still with me then
Feels so good in my arms.
They say you go blind
Maybe it's true.
But we've all got our junk,
And my junk is you.
It's like we stop time.
What can I do?
We've all got our junk,
And my junk is you
My junk is you.
My junk is you.
You. You. You.
