Standing on the corner, plastic cup in her hand
Standing on
You've been away for such a long, long time
Gone from
Since I first saw him, I think myself blind
I look
Step right on up, take a good good look
At the
Well, piece by piece and nail by nail
It?ll all come
I?m a breather, mail receiver
Ad I don?t know where I
C'mon baby, move over, I'm sittin' here tonight
C'mon baby, move
She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in
Studies have shown that we like sheep are prone
To sure
It rained, it poured, rained so hard
Rained so hard all
Feetlips, why do you do that way?
You know you?ll have
You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little
You know I've never been to Venezuela
But everything is fine
I was walking with my feet
A disposition fell over me
And
I saw you last night
My, my how indiscreet
Your self destruction
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