Lyrics:
Paula Cole Greatest Hits Postcards From East Oceanside

Love, love You make me feel like a sticky pistol... leaning into a stamen You make me feel like a mister sunshine... Himself You make me feel like splendor

darkness When the 4th grade movie played Our fingers touched togethe promising one day...that... Tomorrow I will be yours Tomorrow I will be yours Out on a boat with the bell from

It all started nine years ago You sat to my left back in school The future showed itself to me The god in you, the god in me, stood together like two

I'm siphoning gas from the high school bus Into the tank of my beat-up bug So I can drive away from the shouting and misery I drive into the night, to

Carmen, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know if I can go back Carmen I'll never be never be never be the same again Carmen (6 times) The way you

hidden inside Now when you step You stumble You die Chorus Oh maybe next time You'll be Henry the 8th Wake up tomorrow, alexander the great Open your

Korea Or here at home, right under our fingertips In new slavery prison systems Holding one in four black American brothers The one percent wealthy profiteering From

my sheltered Milky Way In Saturn's rings I feel no pain. In my heart, in my head Oh, Saturn Girl has always bled No you're not, from this world Saturn