Pin Cushion - Gigolo Aunts

When it’s not the stuff of dreams

When you’re bursting at the seams

And your mother’s face grows warm (')

And your father touched with scorn

You’re at a silent dinner table

And the two of them unable

To face each other’s thread (')

So they bounce on you instead

And you’re tired of feeling like a pin cushion

And you’re tired of feeling

And you’re tired of feeling like a pin cushion

And you’re tired of feeling

Sometimes when they look at you they seem to feel there’s guilt

Just look at what they pulled

It seems their only way of trying is buying

And you’re tired of feeling like a pin cushion

And you’re tired of feeling

And you’re tired of feeling like a pin cushion

And you’re tired of feeling…