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You'll never have the damn thing out |
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Or meet the pope and kiss his neck |
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And like him more than you expect |
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And in my mind the color red |
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Is writ in blood above your head |
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Tonight -- when the time is right |
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You'll never wear the damned thing out |
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Or meet the queen and kiss her throat |
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And ask her where she hangs her coat |
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And in my mind the color blue |
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Will never be as dark as you |
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Tonight -- when the time is right |
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You'll never wash the damned things out |
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Or meet the judge and kiss his figs |
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And wonder where he keeps his wigs |
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And in my mind the color pink |
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Will do more damage than you think |
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Tonight |
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And in my mind the color green |
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Is oh so lovely and obscene |
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Tonight -- when the time is right |
