| Some kinds of love
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| Marguerita told Tom
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| Between thought and expression lies a lifetime
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| Situations arise because of the weather
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| And no kinds of love
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| Are better than others
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| Some kinds of love
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| Margueirta told Tom
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| Like a dirty French novel
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| The absured courts the vulgar
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| And some kinds of love
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| The possibilites are endless
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| And for me to miss one
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| Would seem to be groundless
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| I head what you said
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| Margueritat told Tom
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| And of course you’re a bore
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| But at that you’re not charmless
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| For a bore is a straight line
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| That finds a wealth in division
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| And some kinds of love
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| Are mistaken for vision
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| Put jelly on your shoulder
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| Let us do what you fear most
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| That from which you recoil
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| But which still makes your eyes moist
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| Put jelly on your shoulder
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| Lie down upon the carpet
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| Between thought and expression
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| Let us now kiss the culprit
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| I don’t know just what it’s all about
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| Put on your red pajamas and find out. |