Self - Meg Ryan Lyrics
I'm beginning to believeThat I can never form my own opinionsSecretly, I've decided to believeThat I'm Polynesian originallyI want the air set to 70 degreesI want pineapples and sugar as the major industriesI wi be there blending racial amityWhile pineapples and sugar build me massive equityBut if I were married to a movie starThat'd be my arm around here waistAs she flips off the cameraAnd If Meg Ryan were my personal tasteI'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine'sI'm afraid that you'd agreeWhen you say you don't hold my attention greatUkelele's play love songs in portugeseThat you've made no attempt to every translateI want love waiting for me after schoolI'd like a stream of conciousnessEverytime I take a breathI want love on the front porch after schoolI'd like a stream of conciousnessEverytime I take a breathAnd if I were married to a movie starThat'd be a smile upon my faceAs she sips her daquirisAnd if Meg Ryan were my personal tasteI'd be atop the Empire State every Valentine'sMy town is zoning this landSo we can build an ark and sail awayFrom TennesseePalm trees and sand and hawaiian instrumentsSay "Aloha" as they're haunting meI want time, kicking, screaming, put to deathFloat like islands in the poolWhile Mr. T pitties the fool-repeat 1st chorus-
