hehe me again, couldn't resist; you have such a wicked setup here. another one for my little luscious one because this song kicks as much ass as she does


coming up from behind by marcy playground

she's an eight ball
she's rolling faster than a white wall
she's got an avalanche packed in a snowball
she's losing all the leeches like a stone wall.
she’s a lonely love;
she's the underdog
gonna take a mighty swipe at the high hog.
while they're sipping on their drinks in a thick fog
making eyes at the girls like bullfrogs
I’m telling you sir…

she's coming up from
coming up from
coming up
coming up from behind
yeah
she's coming up from
coming up from
coming up
coming up from behind

you like a hanging
like a sneaker on a livewire dangling
while your wall street pockets are jangling
with the hollowed out part of your rich-kid games

it’s a longshot
she’s got the truth and a tongue for a slingshot
but she’s taking steady aim at the bigshot
it’s hard to miss the rolling bullets on the blacktop
tattered pockets of turf

she's coming up from
coming up from
coming up
coming up from behind
yeah
she's coming up from
coming up from
coming up
coming up from behind

you like a hanging
like a sneaker on a livewire dangling
while your gold-lined pockets were jangling
with the hollowed out parts of your wicked game

she got your sticklight
it was creeping in the shadow of the worst smile
looking underneath the cover of your bedroom eyes
were you greasing up plans for your small fry

you want her talking up to you
where you’re floating like a royal balloon
oh your feet are swollen to the size of the moon
well I think you’ve found someone to cut you down to size

yeah
she's coming up from
coming up from
coming up
coming up from behind
yeah
she's coming up from
coming up from
coming up
coming up from behind