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Charades pop skill, water hyacinth Named by a poet, imitation of life Like a coy in a frozen pond, like a goldfish in a bowl I don't want to hear you

I was hungry when I said I never got to sleep You go ahead You can get whatever you want There's a feeling in my belly It's the new tomorrow scene It'

A public service announcement followed me home The other day, I paid it never mind, go away Shits so thick you can stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed

Mott the Hoople and the game of life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, twenty one, checkers

Here comes that awful feelin' again Welcome the ugly animal I hold my breath to what you sing My pyro ba-ba-ba ball and chain I'm not afraid I messed

I'm looking for an interruption, do you believe? You looking to dig my dreams be prepared for anything You come into my little scene hooray, hooray, hip

You don't have to take the bar exam to see What you've done is ignoramus 103 What've I got to hang my hat on you don't have a pot to pee in All this just

I know you I know you've seen her She's a sad tomato She's three miles of bad road Walking down the street Will I never meet her? She's a real woman-

I wore the clothes you wanted I took your name If there is some confusion Who's to blame? I signed your livin' will I smiled your face I'm ready to close