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I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. |
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But the room just filled up with mosquitos, |
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they heard that my body was free. |
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Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night |
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and I put it in your little shoe. |
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And then I confess that I tortured the dress |
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that you wore for the world to look through. |
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I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. |
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Then he wrote himself a prescription, |
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and your name was mentioned in it! |
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Then he locked himself in a library shelf |
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with the details of our honeymoon, |
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and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse |
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and his practice is all in a ruin. |
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I heard of a saint who had loved you, |
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so I studied all night in his school. |
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He taught that the duty of lovers |
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is to tarnish the golden rule. |
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And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure |
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he drowned himself in the pool. |
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His body is gone but back here on the lawn |
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his spirit continues to drool. |
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An Eskimo showed me a movie |
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he'd recently taken of you: |
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the poor man could hardly stop shivering, |
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his lips and his fingers were blue. |
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I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes |
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and I guess he just never got warm. |
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But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, |
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oh please let me come into the storm. |
