Originally by Everclear This is a song about Susan This is a song about the girl next door This is a song about the everyday occurrences That make me
Originally by Tal Bachman She's blood, flesh and bone No tucks or silicone She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound But somehow I can't believe That
my phone calls No matter-matter-matter who calls I gotta screen my phone calls It's all your fault It's all your fault No matter who calls No matter who
the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn't it ironic... don't you think It's like rain on