Orchid
Weekend At The Fire Academy
How quaint, you can spit farther than me?
Your life straight from a movie scene

Now on a movie screen, silver skies and black eyes
I want a piece of the 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 TV
My baby makes the scene on TV
She makes those scenes on TV
Oh yeah

Who's like that anyway?
Anyway, anyway, anyway, who's like that?
Anyway, anyway, anyway, who's like that?