Circe Link

Album: Moody Girl
Track #6 Moody Girl

Moody girl, in a whirl, your life is like a Pollack mural

Such a teen, drama queen, everything is so obscene

Always standing in the down pour

Pretty mouth wide open drowning

Tiny feet that spin in circles

Bruise the world and leave a purple

Moody girl, in a whirl, carving hearts in knotted burl

Silly dame, what a shame, can’t you see you’re to blame?

Always telling others secrets

But you never seem to spill yours

Wonder who the rules were made for

Not for you cause because the game’s called

Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl

Lipstick, perfume, stains upon your dress

Broken teacups, shinning in the mess

No one told you life could be so bland

You make the best of what you have

I can see why you’re a

Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl, in a whirl

Lilting eyelash, crocodile tears

Knee jerk passion practiced all the years

No one told you life could be so bland

You make the worst of what you have

No surprise that you’re a

Moody girl, in a whirl, clutching at dime-store pearls

How ‘bout that spoiled brat? Always thought you’d laugh last

When it’s time to face the music

You’ve got cotton in your ears

But the ever-smiling poseur sings a song freshly composed for

Moody girl, in a whirl, moody girl in a whirl

Written By Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI) 2005

Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Pubishing (BMI) 2005

Vocals: Circe Link

Bass: John Classick

Guitar: Christian Nesmith