The smell of the cemetery rain
Brings me on down to fifth grade
They buried Shelly-Mary's mom
I was too fat and weak to pallbear
Watched them return the dead to earth
But I paused at her skirt
My heart did rise
To deafening heights
Tethering joy to hurt
Shelly did become big in our South Jersey skate scene
I had this recurring
Mild-mannered fantasy
It's so important
To be well-liked
And fashionable
Trendy
Shelly
And
Friends Would
Beat
Me Near
Death
Then Nurse
Me
It's so important
To be well-liked
And fashionable
Trendy
She fastens my cradle
Then embarks on abandon
If I cannot inspire love
Then I will cause fear
She playfully paws me
Yet fondles another
I will cause fear
She blights my vines, so childish in style
Brief if by gun
Long if by blade
Tough if by rope
Soft if by age
Strong if with virtue
Weak if with fear
Rare if by storm
Brave if by spear
Envy
Spite is a measure of envy
Just ask
That wretched nymph
Just ask
Shelly
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The smell of the cemetery rain
Brings me on down to fifth grade
They buried Shelly-Mary's mom
I was too fat and weak to pallbear
Watched them return the dead to earth
But I paused at her skirt
My heart did rise
To deafening heights
Tethering joy to hurt
Shelly did become big in our South Jersey skate scene
I had this recurring
Mild-mannered fantasy
It's so important
To be well-liked
And fashionable
Trendy
Shelly
And
Friends Would
Beat
Me Near
Death
Then Nurse
Me
It's so important
To be well-liked
And fashionable
Trendy
She fastens my cradle
Then embarks on abandon
If I cannot inspire love
Then I will cause fear
She playfully paws me
Yet fondles another
I will cause fear
She blights my vines, so childish in style
Brief if by gun
Long if by blade
Tough if by rope
Soft if by age
Strong if with virtue
Weak if with fear
Rare if by storm
Brave if by spear
Envy
Spite is a measure of envy
Just ask
That wretched nymph
Just ask
Shelly
Brings me on down to fifth grade
They buried Shelly-Mary's mom
I was too fat and weak to pallbear
Watched them return the dead to earth
But I paused at her skirt
My heart did rise
To deafening heights
Tethering joy to hurt
Shelly did become big in our South Jersey skate scene
I had this recurring
Mild-mannered fantasy
It's so important
To be well-liked
And fashionable
Trendy
Shelly
And
Friends Would
Beat
Me Near
Death
Then Nurse
Me
It's so important
To be well-liked
And fashionable
Trendy
She fastens my cradle
Then embarks on abandon
If I cannot inspire love
Then I will cause fear
She playfully paws me
Yet fondles another
I will cause fear
She blights my vines, so childish in style
Brief if by gun
Long if by blade
Tough if by rope
Soft if by age
Strong if with virtue
Weak if with fear
Rare if by storm
Brave if by spear
Envy
Spite is a measure of envy
Just ask
That wretched nymph
Just ask
Shelly
Writer: Anthony Clark
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid