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She complained, you look different, yeah, but I'm keeping my name |
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You're not drinking the usual, I said it all tastes the same |
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She fled, you smell like L.A., yeah, but check out my new frames |
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You know these cool shades make you look *****ing |
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Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip |
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I had a twenty in ready but I said I might skip |
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Some people act funny when you're just trying to be hip |
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Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen |
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Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk |
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And people are watching, it's like stepping on chalk |
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Learning curves behind like a memory stalks |
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But in all it's an innocent mission |
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She rang late last night, said that wasn't you, was it? |
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I said all colors of money are fit for deposit |
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Half naked right now, I've got soup in the closet |
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Oh, it's sometimes with words I'm just fi*****ng |
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Should I come over? It sounds like you need me |
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I said, hey, that's funny, you sound like my TV |
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Just try this thing once, it'll make life so easy |
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And even puppies come under suspicion |
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Then a lover came knocking, I opened the door |
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With an apple in my hand, she said, what's that core? |
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It's the past and the future, but I shouldn't say more |
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And that's just my radio hissing |
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Well, I know you too well and I know you're no villain |
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I said, don't look now 'cause I'm ripping off Dylan |
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What you see is a little crusty, the real thing's the fillin' |
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The sound bite from a verbal beautician |
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All the jokers in this world, they're swarming like bees |
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Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees |
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Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's |
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Two shows at tonight's inquisition |
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And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed |
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Body's ups and down are just food for the head |
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It's front page and French fries or the funny pages instead |
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We tickle the truth into submission |
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All in all it's an innocent mission |
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Just tickle the truth into submission |
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And tickle the truth into submission |
