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I don't know my telephone number |
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But you kiss good and I'd like to |
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See you tomorrow |
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And I don't beg, I pay, I don't barter |
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And if we had a child I'd like a son, |
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Not a daughter |
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'Cause she'd be just like you |
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You know that would not do |
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I'm no builder, I'm no gardener |
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I sing some songs, have a friend |
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Who's a photographer |
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There ain't no other language |
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I know how to speak |
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Some like their water shallow |
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And I like mine deep |
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Tied to the bottom |
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With a noose around my feet |
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The clouds conspire |
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Above my head |
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I overheard them |
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Say I wish he was dead |
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Today the sunset |
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Burned my eyes |
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And in the next room I hear someone cry |
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I like to dress up like the jury |
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To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy |
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To talk like dirt |
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To love yo like tar |
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But never fall in too fast |
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With my north star |
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While you pull your hair out |
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I buy the drinks at the bar |
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