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out of Lead guitar and Rest of the band Said come on Oh God, oh Black and white, Polish in a bun, in the sun It's
Hey man, like, check this out man, really, I mean listen I was countin' the holes in the acoustic tile ceiling, you and fumbling with them little buttons on my mattress you know, hold it together So anyways, my mind strays and the tricks that my plays Like fascination and abomination on a Broadway stage Like and singers and a fully 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 is me, naked like an empty page That's when I him Like a director's with too much echo I guess he was talkin' to yours truly, I me
Madam, that's no other woman, that's had 'im He's stronger than a That tree over there in his healthy way Never works, he never around and cogitates Right now, he's planting his
Like I had to hear that twice, you know, before I finally got the I screamed, "I ain't Adam! I never seen the dude, and I no either" So anyways, it's lookin' bad man, like that director's mean when he mad Like, might wreck your career with just one nod and cripple you, you know, for life--that's a long My legs are shakin', my stomach's knotted, my mind has I'd run if I could, but you hid from him, and besides 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 that more"
Madam, Adam Ain't no other woman, that's He's stronger a tree And he's freshly molded from in his healthy way Never works, he never Sits and cogitates inventing the Original Sin now
Hey madam, that's
Poland Whole--all what's cold