(Steen) (Spooner/Tubes)
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Hey man, like, like check out man, really, I mean listen I was countin' the holes in the tile ceiling, you know Mumbling and fumbling with them little on my mattress you know, that hold it So anyways, my mind and the tricks that my memory plays Like fascination and abomination on a Broadway stage Like dancers and singers and a fully landscaped group and the and whatever and Dinosaurs like veggie 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 guess he was talkin' to yours truly, I me
Madam, Adam no other woman, that's had 'im He's stronger a tree That apple over there Wealthy in his way Never works, he never around and cogitates Right now, planting his garden
Like I had to hear that chorus twice, you know, I finally got the I screamed, "I ain't Adam! I never 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 wreck your career with one nod and like cripple you, you know, for life--that's a time My are shakin', my stomach's knotted, my mind has gone I'd run if I could, but you can't hid him, and besides that took my shirt and my trousers So anyways, in the of my dispair, my co-star arrives--oh God, beautiful than Cher I screamed, "Make up! Gimme the script--please sing that more"
Madam, Adam no other woman, that's Adam He's than a tree And he's freshly molded from Wealthy in his way Never works, he plays Sits around and He's inventing the Sin now
Hey madam, Adam
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