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Hospital
by Jesca Hoop

Just my luck
Today’s the day
Man, that hurt
Its worth the pain
There’s a new queen in this house
She’s plastered up
Behold the sight
Just look up
Fluorescent light
Have i gone to heaven or to hospital
Im dreamin of the hospital
Im dreamin of mom and dad
Look at me like they did back when
I’m born again
Daddy’s girl and Mama’s princess
Sister Jen
She doesn’t exist till when
I need something
She’ll bring me ice creams, I’m in hospital
I’m dreamin’ of the hospital
I’m dreamin’ of the date with the doctor is a golden ticket
I want your attention now I’m gonna get it uh huh
And now come on you cunt come come on and hit me
There’s no kind of attention that a black eye wouldn’t get me uh nuh huh
And there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love
There’s nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love
You can work on your bedside manner
And you can kiss it till it gets better
And there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love

Ohhh my old friends
I’m voting you out or in
You envy me
I walk the red carpet to my cast signin’
A crayon or a marker pen
And all of the It girls ask me what it’s like in hospital
I’m dreamin’ of the hospital
I’m dreamin’ of the hospital
Its dreamy
and the date with the doctor is a golden ticket
I want your attention now I’m gonna get it uh huh
And now come on you cunt come come on and hit me
There’s no kind of attention that a black eye wouldn’t get me
And there’s nothing like a broken arm
To win your love
There’s nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love
You can work on your bedside manner
And you can make me feel like i matter
And there’s nothing like a broken arm
To win your love
There’s nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love
Oh now
You can work on your bedside manner
And you can kiss it till it gets better
Ad there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love
I got five weeks, 41 days, 1000 glorious hours
To wave my arm and get what I want with my new found powers
But this is not a fairytale with a happy ending
When the clock strikes twelve will I ever find your love again
And there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love
There’s nothing like a fresh abrasion to win your love
And You can work on your bedside manner
Can make me feel like I matter
And there’s nothing like a broken arm to win your love

Writer(s): Jesca Hoop Copyright: Curuja Songs, Stage Three Songs

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