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Is there a doctor in the house?
In the house of pancakes? You got a banana split Personality Lately it's been happy hour All day long Sip it slowly and leave the olive She is very fond of you You stand accused Of smoking english cigarettes That's a provocation If ever one was Brother number 1 Brother number 2 Why are you fighting? What are you gonna do? And at the weekly meeting Of anonymous cads You shuffle your feet And whistle out aloud Listen to what they're saying What a load of crap You ain't no Cary Grant But then again, who is? |
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| 2. |
| 3:43 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:55 |
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Sneakin' a kiss
On the fire escape A little game of pup tent With a blanket and a broom My mind is taking photographs Of every little thing Exhibit number 2 ... A piece of white chocolate And if you want me to, I'm gonna cry you a river tonight And if you ask me to, I'm gonna crawl right into your dreams And did you know, I feel a chokin' in the back of my throat I see you walkin' Walkin' on tippytoes Swayin' like a sunflower On a Spanish afternoon My mind is taking photographs Of every little thing Exhibit number 8 ... Don't be late You crept in Underneath the radar Living in a glass house Sleeping on a glass bed But my mind has taken photographs Of every little thing Honey turn around And the shame remains |
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| 3:45 |
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I told lies to your family
Concerning your whereabouts They feel so sorry for me I invented jealous stories My imagination ran wild I made myself so angry The night that you insulted me I lay awake thinking Clever things I could have said My thoughts kept turning to Bobby Peru How would he handle this one 'S' is for sorry for all that I did Now is the time to turn it all around I know what is the matter so why can't I fix it Forgive me please I had lunch with an old girlfriend Who knows all my faults And pretends to want to help She said I really don't mind Your keeping secrets from me But please don't keep them from yourself Murder is bad, and suicide is sad Why would a girl like that put her head in the oven? You have your theories, and I got one too It's such a waste |
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| 3:34 |
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Woman made of paper
Understand me now This time they got you by the ears You might be nothing Or just a footprint They've been watching you for years It's a strange fascination It's a bliss It's a beggar's bliss A double dance For twenty dollars You may be crooked, but not cheap Go ahead and make a mistake That's what you're made of They've been watching you for years It's a strange fascination It's a bliss It's a beggar's bliss In the shadow of a candlestick Your face appears Quickly, now's the time Why are we waiting? Uptown, downtown I could care less I've been watching you for years It's a strange fascination It's a bliss It's a beggar's bliss |
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| 4:55 |
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Tell me stories on my birthday
Buy me gifts on Halloween She's pretending not know me But I know where she's been Change your name and change Your number I'm gonna find you anyhow I have been through all your things Asking when and how and why I spend too much time in airplanes Eating peanuts And getting high Don't know why I can't stop smiling When I only need to cry |
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| 7. |
| 3:53 |
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| 8. |
| 5:55 |
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In rented tuxedos the guests will arrive,
Smiling and smoking, chewing and choking. Women in their favorite shoes, dark disturbing thoughts, All of them together making trips to the bathroom. Black eyed Susans and chilled potatoes, High balls and low, a pinch in the punch. Invisible to mirrors you fly around the room, Tell me the password and then I bring you fire?. Chorus: So get up off the floor and play with me some more. Come down to my side and tell me green-eyed lies. We'll find a magic spell to turn this muck to gold. Well promises don't grow on trees. Playing the weedgee board in front of the fire, It told me to do unspeakable things. Mixed in a cocktail of muddled emotions, Slinky and winky, stinky and drinky. Chorus. They made me dance, they made me sing, The boring little bible, a dreary dibble dabble. The bustle and vanity, the hustle and insanity, Clowning and towning, drowning and frowning. Chorus. |
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| 3:35 |
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| 10. |
| 5:48 |
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