Untie me, I've said no vows
The train is getting way
La la la la
Born to multiply or
Born to gaze into
This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied,
Around the block
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but
They want trash
They want you batting a lash
I'll eat styes
girl inform me all my senses warn me
your clever eyes
The gutter may profess its love,
Then follow it with hesitation,
But
Called to see
If your back was still aligned
And your sheets
Were
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
After that confrontation
You left me wringing my cold hands
We shared
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all
"howdy, lem," my grandfather said with his eyes closed
wiping the
Foals in winter coats
White girls of the north
File past
Come up with me, love
We'll disappear in the evening light
Come
Hurled to the center of the Earth again,
The place where
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