Weekend At The Fire Academy lyrics

How quaint you can spit farther than me Your life straight from a movie scene Now on a movie screen Sliver skies and black eyes I want a peice of cake Get your hands off my presents Kiss on the face Slap on the cheek. I'll be the one who takes my chances Sort of sad, isn't it It's hard to forget the friend who makes the scene on T.V. My baby makes the scene on T.V. She makes the scene on T.V. Who's like that anyway