| Outside the cafe by the cracker factory you were practicin' a magic trick
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| And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
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| On the last of your pick and mix
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| Said you’re mistaken if your thinkin' that
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| I haven’t been caught cold before as you bit into your strawberry lace
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| And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
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| Is all you have left and it was goin' to waste
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| Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
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| And I love that little game you had called cryin' lightnin'
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| And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
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| The next time that I caught my own reflection
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| It was on it’s way to meet you thinkin' of excuses to postpone
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| You never look like yourself from the side but your profile did not hide
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| The fact you knew I was approachin' your throne
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| With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
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| Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
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| And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
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| There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw
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| And your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
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| And I hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin'
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| And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons
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| Uninvitin' but not half as impossible as everyone assumes
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| You are cryin' lightnin'
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| Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
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| And I hate that little game you had called cryin' lightnin', cryin' lightnin'
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| Cryin' lightnin', cryin' lightnin'
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| Your past times consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged
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| And I hate that little game you had called cryin' |