1.Dolly Parton
Lyricist：B. Barnes
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dolly Parton
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dolly Parton
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dalilama, Dalilama
Dolly Parton
Dolly Parton
2.Poor And Weird
Lyricist：Christopher Bell, Daniel Kempthorne, Lance Mercer, Steven
David Ross
I'm poor and I'm weird baby, you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird baby, you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird baby, you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird baby, you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird, I'm getting weirder by the second
I used to have somebody but my alter ego spent it
I was talking to a lady sellin' something at a mall
Thinkin' 'bout a donkey, I was talkin' to a wall
I think the older I get it's more apparent to me every day, hey,
hey
I fell on my head when I was just a little kid
I'm poor and I'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird baby you got no time for me
The chance that you will ever see someone like me is slim to
nothing
You kinda smart babe but you got no heart
I see the clothes that people wear I see the food that people
eat
I see a little purple man disappearing in the street
I think the older I get its more apparent to me everyday
I got hit on the head when I was just a little kid
Yeah I mind, it's funny
It's on my mind, I
I think I never want to notice, just what I did, just what I did
I think I never want to notice what I did, just what I did
alright
I'm poor and I'm weird, baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird, baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird, baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird, baby you got no time for me
Get out a dollar baby
I'm poor and I'm weird baby you got no time for me
3.Getting Hit On At The Bank
Lyricist：Christopher Bell, Daniel Kempthorne, Steve Pierre Poulin,
Steven David Ross
I was standing in line
Getting hit on at the bank
What kind of man do you think I am？
Because I have a bad haircut
Because I wear a leather jacket
I can see the traces, oh
You show a bit of empathy
You'd be better off in space, babe
Using some kind of telepathy
I'm a reject of the society
Your career might have
Maybe with credit history
You're so square, I won't be your pet
I'll find another teller
Go and give me the slip
I was cutting some tracks
Getting hit on at the studio
What kind of man do you think I am？
Because my shades are cheap plastic
Because my suede shoes are red
I can hear the swish swish, oh
Of the wheels of the edit tape
Sticky situations, oh
That's not one that I'll take
I write pop songs
Something called groovy
That does not mean I get fruity
You're the producer
Now get on with your work
Understand my proposition
Don't get your feelings hurt
I'm misunderstood
I'm misunderstood
I'm misunderstood
I was taking my time
Getting sexy at the Briefs show
I don't need no one to hold my hand
Not the girls at the record store
Baby, I'm an independent man, yeah
Getting hit on at the bank
(Bank)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
No thanks
(Don't wanna, don't, don't wanna)
Getting hit on at the bank
(Bank)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
No thanks
(Don't wanna, don't, don't wanna)
Getting hit on at the bank
(Bank)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
No thanks
(Don't wanna, don't, don't wanna)
Getting hit on at the bank
(Bank)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
No thanks
(Don't wanna, don't, don't wanna)
4.Sex Objects
Lyricist：Christopher Bell, Daniel Kempthorne, Lance Mercer, Steven
David Ross
I was alone and I was so confused
But then I found a thing that I could really use
She was only 1995, so I blew her up
And watched her come alive
In the back of magazines
They hide behind the core tines
Every color, every shape and every size
Delivered just in time, do you make a guarantee？
Sex objects, sex objects, sex objects
They're for pretend
It couldn't be any better than this
The plastic's smooth so I can kiss
Everyday is just like the first
I hope I love her, she never frowns
It's an easy thing to do
Remember just the thought you knew
You know, you rarely share these things
Love's funny with what it brings
Sometimes either way she's all mine
Sex objects, sex objects, sex objects
They're for pretend
Sex objects, sex objects, sex objects
They're for pretend, oh yeah
They tell me that it's wrong
But I knew that all along
And yes, it may be strange
But that don't change the fact
I'm in love with plastic sex
It's an easy thing to do
Remember just the thought you knew
You see, you rarely share these things
Love's funny with what it brings
Sometimes either way she's all mine
Sex objects, sex objects, sex objects
They're for pretend
Sex objects, sex objects, sex objects
They're for pretend
Sex objects
Treats me so nice
Sex objects
All day, all night
Sex objects
Synthetic skin, I fit right in
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