| Lyric | Song Title |
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| It's a common fetish for a doting man to ballerina on the coffee table, cock in hand | |
| Made another masterpiece while I was dreaming / How does it feel to feel like you? | |
| Put the pervert in a suit, take him out and light him up | |
| Stay inside 'til somebody finds us / Do whatever the TV tells us | |
| And how is the water of the rain / And how is the air of the wind / And how are the arms of your mother | |
| I’ll get money, I’ll get funny again | |
| You turn me good and God fearing / Well, tell me what am I supposed to do with that | |
| This isn’t working, you, my middlebrow ****-up | |
| All the most important people in New York are nineteen | |
| It takes a lot of little rain to make you feel like nothing | |
| You know I dreamed about you / I missed you for twenty-nine years | |
| One time you were a glowing young ruffian / Oh my god it was a million years ago | |
| We're drunk and sparking / Our legs are open / Our hands are covered in cake | |
| I die fast in this city / Outside I die slow | |
| Don't look at me, I'm only breathing / Don't look at me, I'm indiscrete | |
| I know you put in the hours to keep me in sunglasses, I know | |
| I'm on a good mixture, I do not want to waste it / I wanna go gator around the warm beds of beginners | |
| We’ll be their pet, we’ll wear their collar / Into the flame and off to the movies | |
| | Lyric | Song Title |
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| Shallow frame and shaky sticks, but I know there's a river in me | |
| Darlin' can you tie my string / Killers are callin' on me | |
| You know you have a permanent piece of my medium-sized American heart | |
| My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins / I better get my**** together, better gather my**** in | |
| Cinderella through the room / I glide and swan cause I'm the best slow dancer in the universe | |
| Dear, we better get a drink in you / Before you start to bore us | |
| I pull off your jeans, and you spill Jack and Coke in my collar / I melt like a witch and scream | |
| And if I forget you I'll have nobody left to forget / I guess that's what ****s get | |
| Do our gay ballet on ice, bluebirds on our shoulders | |
| You’re cussing a stone in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young | |
| Oh poor sky, don't cry on me / Did somebody break your heart again? | |
| I was up all night again, boning up and reading the American dictionary / You’ll never believe me what I found | |
| I wish that I believed in fate / I wish I didn't sleep so late | |
| Just tie your woman to your wrist / Give her room to tie the other | |
| You own me / There's nothing you can do | |
| I'm a birthday candle in a circle of black girls / God is on my side | |
| You were right about the end, it didn't make a difference / Everything I can remember I remember wrong | |
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