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My mind's an ashtray full of ashes
lick the tears from my eyelashes
oh, whatever will I see that's good
he plays a really mean guitar
she smokes a really big cigar.
I'd love to love ya - if only I could
Her love is, oh so, shiny wet -
keeps a bald peacock for a pet.
Can you ever understand how I feel?
Miss Jenifa - my private dancer.
Miss Nina - to whom I answer
Kari sez we're the only ones who are real

So, when I dream on Sunday mornin'
and my lover right beside me keeps on snorin'
I wonder if my dog's in heaven
And I wonder when I'll see her again

Psychopharmacology
has never found a friend in me,
but I'll eat sugar cubes all day and night.
Those ducklings are never ugly
so, she sells herself by the sea.
I'll bake her a cake - be it wrong or right.
The caterpillar and the spider -
turn the screws a little tighter.
Can you ever understand my feel?
Gail G. - my inspiration
Miss Denise should run the nation
Isabel tortures me with sex appeal..

So, when I dream on Sunday mornin'
and my lover right beside me keeps on snorin'
I wonder if my dog's in heaven
And I wonder when I'll see her again

(yer really takin' me fer a ride
yer a wise guy, anyway..
I never had a place to hide except my brain!)

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