Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire Follow
Glass Figurine lyrics
You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little glass figurine
Why must you be so mean?
Don't you know I've got better things to do?
I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine
How utterly embarrassing
Well, lady, I'm not going to dance that dance
Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry
Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy
No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy cheeked joy
Though the thought of you makes me sanguine
I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine
Let the giraffes do it, let the sad clown cry
Your porcelain kisses are not going to turn me shy
No, I'm not your little boy, your rosy cheeked joy
Though the thought of you makes me sanguine
I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine
I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine
I'll do anything you want but I won't be your glass figurine
No, I won't be be your glass figurine
No, I won't be be your glass figurine, no
Part of these releases
-
-
- Track 3 on Thrills
- 2 Ides Of Swing
- 4 Pathetique
Popular Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire Songs
Glass Figurine Video
Comments on Glass Figurine
Submit your thoughts
These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.
© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire) which produced the music or artwork. Details