(Steen) (Spooner/Tubes)
out of Lead and drums of the band comes Said come on Oh God, oh and white, yeah Polish in a bun, in the sun It's
Hey man, like, like this out man, really, I mean listen I was the holes in the acoustic tile ceiling, you know Mumbling and fumbling with them buttons on my mattress you know, that hold it So anyways, my strays and the tricks that my memory plays Like fascination and abomination on a biblical Broadway Like dancers and singers and a landscaped gospel group and the harmony and and Dinosaurs eatin' like burgers at the snack bar out front in the lobby, you So anyways on the same stage is me, like an empty page That's when I him Like a director's with too much echo I he was talkin' to yours truly, I mean me
Madam, Adam Ain't no woman, that's had 'im He's than a tree That apple tree there in his healthy way Never works, he never Sits around and Right now, planting his garden
Like I had to hear that chorus twice, you know, before I got the I screamed, "I ain't Adam! I seen the dude, and I ain't no either" So anyways, it's really bad man, like that director's mean when he mad Like, might your career with just one nod and like cripple you, you know, for life--that's a long My are shakin', my stomach's knotted, my mind has gone I'd run if I could, but you can't hid from him, and that jerk took my shirt and my So anyways, in the depths of my dispair, my arrives--oh God, beautiful than Cher I screamed, "Make up! Gimme the script--please sing chorus more"
Madam, that's no other woman, that's Adam He's stronger than a And he's freshly molded clay Wealthy in his way Never works, he never Sits and cogitates He's inventing the Sin now
Hey madam, that's
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