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She wears a candy necklace |
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Thoughts of incest and insects |
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Climb her piano spine |
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Lips red as the exit sign |
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Johnny dark's in the corner |
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Placing yet another order |
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(chorus) |
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Walls melting like ice in scotch |
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His face ticks like a pocket watch |
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Excuse me marilyn monroe |
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Your skirt's like a ufo |
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My heart's on the harlequin floor |
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The president walks in the door |
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With tortoise shell moon glasses |
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Sweat dripping like molasses |
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Paper planes everywhere |
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Now his palms are growing hair |
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Johnny dark's in the corner |
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Placing yet another order |
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(chorus) |
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I haven't slept for ages |
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My eyes turn to bird cages |
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If it's true time flies |
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Why oh why can't i? |
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Johnny dark's in the corner |
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Spying for the secret order |
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The best laid plans of men and mice |
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Often turn to whiskey and rye |
