Save The Linoleum

Jewel
Produced by Ben Keith
Radio Promo
Atlantic Records, 1995
Length: 23:23

God's Gift To Women

Would you like to ram your tongue down my throat?
Would you like to grab my thighs
Yes, I have got nice tits
They are the perfect grab-me size

I'm just a nice girl
Thought I had everything
Until you flashed me
And I saw what I've been missing

I've been saving myself my whole life
For some slimeball like you to come along
I am so desperate
I'll do you and your mom.

I get this tiny little boost of adrenaline
When I think about what I'd been given

Ohhhhh My own private god's gift to women.
My own private god's gift to women.
My own private god's gift to women.
Yeah Yeah

I was just thinking
That it'd really turn me on
If some guy would drive by
And show me his tongue
I was just thinking that it'd really make my day
If he offered me a place to stay with pay

I'm just a nice girl
I thought I had everything
Until you flashed me
And I saw what I'd been missing

I've been saving myself my whole life
for some sketcher like you to come along
I am so desparate 
I'll do you on the front lawn.

I get this tiny little boost of adrenaline
When I think about what I've been given

Oh!
My own private god's gift to women.
My own private god's gift to women.
My own private god's gift to women.
Yeah Yeah

I was just thinking that it'd be really cool
If I got hit upside of the head with a manly tool
That way he could have nothing left to say
And have his way with me all day

Cuz, I'm just a nice girl
I thought I had everything
Until you flashed me
And I saw what I'd been missing

I've been saving myself my whole life
for some motherfucker like you to come along
I've been so desparate
I am writing you this song

And you're so vain
You probably think this song is about you

I get this tiny little boost of adrenaline
When I think about what I've been given

Oh!
My own private god's gift to women.
My own private god's gift to women.
My own private god's gift to women.
My own private god's gift to women.
My own private god's gift to women...

Intro

Spoken...
Okay, I gotta think about it.
I was really bummed when I wrote this. Because it's funny, 
when you grow up in a place like Alaska it's so beautiful 
and it's really easy to have some faith, you know what I mean? 
And faith after all is what carries you through, like, the darkest 
of days. You just have to believe time will pass, somehow 
the tide will come back in and I won't feel so incredibly shitty 
tomorrow. And it's hard 'cause like people lose faith, you know, 
when you're surrounded crime and murder and pollution everyday. 
But it's really what like makes everything okay. And I think if we 
could just be... 
Shut up I'm talking. That was obnoxious girl. I was kidding. 
God, I'm insulting people. giggles
So anyway I just thought maybe if we could be surrounded in beauty 
we'd become what we see. 'Cause all we're told in the news is how 
evil we are and how racist we are and all these things.

I'm Sensitive -live

I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things that you say
It doesn't take a talent to be mean
You words can crush things that are unseen

Oh, please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way

You always tell me that it's impossible
To be respected, and be a girl
Why's it gotta be so complicated
Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated

Oh, please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way

And I was thinking that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food.
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we'll give it to everybody that has some faith

Oh, please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way

I have this theory, that if we're told we're bad
Then that's the only idea we'll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty
Someday we will become what we see
'Cause anyone can start a conflict
it's harder yet to disregard it
I'd rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way

Who Will Save Your Soul

Race Car Driver

Come on baby, let's get in the car
I'm gonna take you real, real far
I'm gonna paint your mamma's face on the door
You ain't gonna see her anymore

Cuz I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver

They gonna paint a red flame, firebird on front
I will be Evel Kenevil, you can double my stunts
This ain't no Malibu Barbie Corvette
This is a real 350 V-8, fuel-injected engine from a private liner jet

And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver

Come on baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back
I'm gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

Got studded tires, excuse me if I'm blunt
I've got ribbed rims for her pleasure up front
Got fuzzy dice with a secret door
Full of flavored serums, breath fresheners and more

And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver

Anybody ever tell you you look smashing by the dashboard light
Come on baby gonna make you feel alright
We'll take you at high warp speed
It's better than watching Star Trek after you smoked weed

And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver

Come on baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back
I'm gonna straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car

And I'm gonna be your race car driver

So come on baby tell me what's your answer, you gonna cross the line
Ah, quit your sniveling, it's no or yes this time
What you're hungry? We'll stop by Mickey D's for a happy meal
Eat a regular hot dog or fantasco on wheels

And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver

I can see that you're not impressed
By the way that you are fully dressed
Looks like I'll have to pull out all the stops
I'm a sensitive man of the 90's, sweetheart, who cares for your emotional being an awful lot

And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Your race car driver

Come on baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back
And I will straddle the line
Swear to God it's gonna take you real far
I'm just a real small man in a real big car


And I'm gonna be your race car driver
Yes, I'm gonna be your race car driver

Flower

She dreams of the country
her eyes go far away.
She wishes for flowers
He says, "Perhaps in May."

The city always was gray
the reflections of his eyes.
And she knows he liked it that way
And that way he shall die, well...

She's always known,
that there was something more.
There's this hunger in her belly
like an instinct it tells her that there's something more.

This living shouldn't be called living
'cause it's really only half a life.
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes 
And she will survive, she will survive.

She's a rare breed with violet eyes 
and leafy limbs.
In conversations she looks for cracks
to dig her roots deep in.

And her ways come up like daisies,
she pushes her head to the sun.
She says "I am content here to grow 
despite the steel frost that consumes everyone."

She's always known,
that there was something more.
There's this hunger in her belly
like an instinct it tells her that there's something more.

This living shouldn't be called living
'cause it's really only half a life.
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes.
And she will survive, she will survive.

In the end these steel cages will consume us
and like coffins ignorance will take us in and
fashion don't mean anything 
'cause fashion cannot be our friends.

And when all else fades away
and the city falls into its sleep.
We'll still have flesh, blood, bones and
our soul to deal with so we should
dig our roots deep.

Always known,
that there's something more.
There's this hunger in our bellies
it's like an instinct it tells us that there's something more.

This living shouldn't be called living
'cause it's really only half a life.
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes.
And we will survive, we will survive, we will survive, we will survive.

I'm Sensitive

Lyrics originally transcribed and corrected by people on the Jewel mailing list and Aaron Walker.
Lyrics converted to HTML by Aaron Walker.
Corrections are more than welcome.

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