She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen
Cries through the night, she choked on Marlboro Lites
Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound
She takes every scene they steal
She fakes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern tease
Sneaker Pimps - Post-Modern Sleaze Lyrics
Sneaker Pimps - Post-Modern Sleaze Lyrics
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She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen
Cries through the night, she choked on Marlboro Lites
Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound
She takes every scene they steal
She fakes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern tease
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen
Cries through the night, she choked on Marlboro Lites
Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound
She takes every scene they steal
She fakes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern tease
Writer: CHRIS CORNER, IAN PICKERING, LIAM COVERDALE-HOWE
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Sneaker Pimps
Length: 5:12
Written by: CHRIS CORNER, IAN PICKERING, LIAM COVERDALE-HOWE