Wired cdep (2007) Happy Happy Birthday To Me Records 1. Wired Up 2. Kitten, Come Over 3. Creepy Things 4. Staircase Mystery

Lyrics

Wired Up I couldn’t sleep last night cause I was wired up, I was wired up because of you. I couldn’t sleep last night cause I was wired up, I was wired up for you. Oh the things you do, it’s so true with you. I couldn’t sleep last night so I broke the coffee cup, the fucking coffee cup, threw it at you. Oh you know it’s true, it’s so true with you. I couldn’t sleep last night cause of the things you do, you get inside my head and fuck around and toil around. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BE YOU. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night because of you. You know it’s true, the things you do, you know I can’t stand you. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night.

Kitten, Come Over I don’t know why you haven’t copped a feel. I’ve done my best, drop by I’m in my lavender dress. Hell yes. I’ll kiss you over and over. I don’t why you say the things you say. I can guess, baked a pie in my lavender dress. Kitten, come over! Kitten, come on let’s have a ball. Come kiss me kitten we don’t have to speak at all. I don’t know why you will not admit I’m on the attack. Riot grrrl is back. Now it’s pretty, aint it? Aw shit. I’m gonna run you right over. I don’t know why you’re scratching out my eyes. Oh yes, God bless, me oh my I’m in my lavender dress. Kitten, come over! Come on over, kitten, come on come on come on!

Creepy Things I’ve got my eyes on you. I can see all the creepy things you do. Clever me, I’m spying. At the playground swings at noon, I can see all the creepy things you do. Clever me, I’m spying on you. And all the creepy things you do. Telephoning everyday, I can hear all the creepy things you say to all the girls you’re stalking. I’m intercepting mail at night so I can read all the creepy things you write to all the girls you’re stalking. And stalking’s such a creepy thing to do. I’ve got my eyes on you. And all the creepy little things you do. At the bus stop by the zoo. At a boutique dressed in blue. At a picnic just for two. At your rugby rendevous. On a train car to Peru. Turning cartwheels over you. Elevator entre vous. Tarot cards are always true. Devil worship deja vu. When I’m standing behind you I see creepy things you do. All the creepy things you do.

Staircase Mystery Behind the doors or under the stairs, and I know there’s a way to feel up the wall cause you know she’s ten feet tall. But it’s alright and it’s okay, here we are and we must play. The staircase mystery. No cookies, no cones, no licorice red, the nanny’s dead. We’re beginning to feel that we’re not alone, trapped in this house on our own. But it’s alright and it’s okay, here we are and we must play. The staircase mystery. Hide all the things that you love cause it’s unfolding. Hide all the things that you love cause it’s all phoned in. Dancing front of you ya see and I know if there’s a will there’s a way. Running outside won’t help you ya see the hills are alive everyday. The staircase mystery. Hide on your own you ya see and I know if there’s a will there’s a way. Tie down your toys you ya see and I know you’ve got your dolls locked away. The staircase mystery. Hide all the things that you love cause it’s all phoned in. HIDE ALL THE THINGS YOU LOVE CAUSE IT’S ALL FUCKED UP. Oh the staircase. Oh the staircase.