[Chorus]. La girls please act your age. You treat me like I have the plague. It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe. La girls please act your age. Sweeten up your lemonade. And meet me down at tower twenty-eight. [Verse 1]. I think I'm in whiplash. I'm losing it mixing ammonia and bleach. I get off at Pico and sell my possessions. So you will know just how I feel. I love your long hair. But you just don't care. So please help me fathom this. World without music. And by the way when can we talk?. [Chorus]. La girls please act your age. You treat me like I have the plague. It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe. La girls please act your age. Sweeten up your lemonade. And meet me down at tower twenty-eight. [Verse 2]. So would you mind if I was pregnant?. I'll sleep on the edge of your bed. Like Dante and Beatrice. We'll light up our candles. But how is this going to end?. The kids are asleep. We're haunting their dreams. And some women swear it's more painful than labor. To die with your sins on your head. [Bridge]. Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you baby?. Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you baby?. Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you baby?. Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you baby?. Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you baby?. Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you baby?. [Chorus]. La girls please act your age. You treat me like I have the plague. It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe. La girls please act your age. Sweeten up your lemonade. And meet me down at tower twenty-eight. . |. |. |