Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton

I only wanted what everyone wanted since bras started burning up ribs in the sixties.
Favors aflying, faces afalling and all I desire is to never be waiting.
If thats a crime, lets commit it.
Theres a new crime, sexual suicide.
When our underwire radio tears into their international airwaves,
Boredom will die, ears will bleed
And all theyll desire is to give, and to please...
Theres a new crime, sexual suicide.
Theres a new crime, lets commit it.
While were waiting on the next day
To begin it in the best way.
Theres a new crime, sexual suicide.
Theres a new crime, lets commit it.
Dont worry Heather, about forever.
Dont worry about me;
Its the lottery, baby, everybody roll the dice.
Its the lottery, baby. Everybody roll the dice.
Will we always be like little kids,
running grove to grove, asking,
"Who loves me? Dont know who loves me."
Its pathetic, its impossible.
Like girls in stilettos.
Like girls in stilettos.
Like girls in stilettos running to run.
[ The Lottery Lyrics ]