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My mind's an ashtray full of ashes |
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Lick the tears from my eyelashes |
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Oh, whatever will |
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I see that's good |
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He plays a really mean guitar |
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She smokes a really big cigar |
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I'd love to love ya, if only |
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I couldHer love is oh so shiny wet |
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Keeps a bald peacock for a pet |
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Can you ever understand how |
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I feel?Miss |
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Jenifa, my private dancer |
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Miss Nina, to whom |
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I answerKari |
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Sez we're the only ones who are real |
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So, when I dream on a |
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Sunday mornin' |
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And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin' |
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I wonder if my dog's in |
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HeavenAnd |
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I wonder when |
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I'll see her, her again |
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Psycho pharmacology |
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Has never found a friend in me |
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But I'll eat sugar cubes all day and night |
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Those ducklings are never ugly |
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So she sells herself by the sea |
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I'll bake her a cake, be it wrong or right |
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The caterpillar and the spider |
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Turn my screws a little tighter |
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Can you ever understand my feel? |
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Gail G, my inspiration |
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Miss Denise should run one nation |
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Isabel tortures me with sex appeal |
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So, when I dream on a |
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Sunday mornin' |
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And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin' |
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I wonder if my dog's in |
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HeavenAnd |
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I wonder when |
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I'll see her, her again |
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You're really takin' me for a ride |
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You're a wise guy, anyway |
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I never had a place to hide except my brain |
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I dream on a |
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Sunday mornin' |
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And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin' |
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I wonder if my dog's in |
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HeavenAnd |
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I wonder when |
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I'll see her again |
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Yeah I wonder when |
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I'll see her again |