Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never
All he wants to do is fish
All he wants to
Here come Dick, he's wearing a skirt
Here comes Jane, y'know
You press your luck
Well when you open that bottle of wine
you open a
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
There's popcorn for dinner
last night it was cheesecake
a little sleepy-time
Out on the street for a living
You know it's only
I'll be there in an hour
It'd take half a month
Everybody at your party
They don't look depressed
Everybody dressin' funny
Color
Saw your van on the sand and I don't understand
Tell
I meant to close the polls
In the chill night, bitter
They laugh in the middle
of my speech
Swingin in the hall
Out
I can't figure out
Music for boys
You're sleepin with danger
Don't gimmie
I need a God damn job
I need a God damn
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