it takes two part tango and a little tingle tangle and two orangutans like me and you I used to think that you were a tomboy hair like a bird's nest,
Standing on the corner Plastic cup in her hand Standing on the corner Saving for some gin You don't need to ask where she's been or what's up She'll
You've been away for such a long long time Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces Now
i dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our chairs and i was a cartographer of the tangles in y our hair i sighed a song that silence brings
there's one guy I'd like to thank he signs the checks and leaves them blank he's the one he says you don't have to walk a plank the game is rigged, go
now if you think i?m wasting your time again i?m wasting your time when you pick me up in duty free that?s when i thought i?d be the cross in your t
Step right on up, take a good good look at the latest pie that fate could cook this is no phenom, so supermarket guru just a revelation from me to you
over prescribed under the mister we had survived to turn on the history channel and ask our esteemed panel why are we alive and here's how they replied
C'mon baby move over I'm sitting here tonight, C'mon baby move over do the thing that's right I can puff up my feathers, look real mean, be the old man
when our mouths are filled with uninvited tongues of others and the strays are pining for their unrequited mothers milk that sours is promptly spat light
Listen you don't know You don't know my mind When what you thought was the core Turned out to be the rind If I need your advice I will let you know But
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on his window with their beaks whenever paul thinks of snow, soft winds blow round his head and his phone rings just once late at night-like a bird calling
She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse She's got two-ply no-fly baby buggers She's got a burlap sack, she's on a voter parade She's gonna
I'm a breather mail receiver And I don't know where I stand Not since someone informed me That my house was built on sand And it's not the earth beneath
It rained it poured It rained so hard Rained so hard all day 'Till all the boys in our school Came out to talk and play They tossed the ball Again so
If you come to find me affable Build a replica for me Would the idea to you be laughable Of a pale facsimile? So will you come to burn an effigy? It
my dewy-eyed Disney bride what has tried swapping your blood with formaldehyde? Monsters? Whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide! Jesus don't you know
