Smoke Machine Lyrics & Chords By The Giraffes

everybody says i'm too uptight
and i spend too much time alone
these are the same people
friends of mine
i rip em off GARBLE
i'm as pure as a pretty little baby
with a name that everybody hates
when i make up my mind
to get out of bed
when the chubby baby legs
start pressing the ground its time
he was poor boy once
but it didn't sit well
having doubts about his friends
movin out of his home town
know he's looking for the best way
to let everybody know
just how far he's gone
he's as pure as a pretty little baby
with a face that everybody hates
when i make up my mind
to get out of bed
when the chubby baby legs
start pressing the ground its time
thats what smoke machines are for
help to spread the glow
thats what I.C.U's are for
let the good times roll
and now i got a brand new best friend
and now he knows just where i been
and now i'm gonna use his name
use his name on everything
i ever have to sign again
that's what smoke machines are for
help to spread the glow
that's what german names are for
tell the inside joke
i'm as pure as a pretty little baby
with a thing that everybody hates
when i make up my mind
to get out of bed
when the chubby baby legs
start pressing the ground its time