Tekster:
Alanis Morissette Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie

in trance So pure such an expression I love you when you dance, when you freestyle in trance So pure such an expression Supposed former infatuation junkie

As we were talking outside it was cold We were shivering yet warmed by the subject matter My wife is in the next room we've been having troubles you know

I'd be lying if I said I was completely unscathed I might be proving you right with my silence or my retaliation Would I be letting you win in my non

I am the biggest hypocrite Been undeniably jealous I have been loud and pretentious I have been utterly threatened I've gotten candy for my self-interest

Dear darlin', your mom, my friend left a message On my machine she was frantic saying you were talking crazy That you wanted to do away with yourself

How 'bout getting off of these antibiotics How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots How 'bout that ever

I was afraid you'd hit me if I'd spoken up I was afraid of your physical strength I was afraid you'd hit below the belt I was afraid of your sucker punch

Burn the books They've got too many names and psychoses All this incriminating evidence would surely haunt me If someone broke into my house Suits in

Are you still mad I kicked you out of bed? Are you still mad I gave you ultimatums? Are you still mad I compared you to all My forty year old male friends