| «Take for example, a local advertiser, she says to me
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| But why is everyone… First lane, sesame oil… entrance.»
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| I struggle to control myself
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| And laugh at the jokes because
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| They’re supposed to be funny, can’t help it
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| Gentlemen employed
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| Like friction of a fictional thought
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| Consumed by a passion, a struggling action
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| Swing the seven, swing the nine and fall
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| To a sour old man with palsied hands
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| Dirty fingers and a billiard ball
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| While the man on the wire says
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| «My face is on fire
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| So cancel all my calls»
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| While the man on the wire with a jumbled line
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| on the walls
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| Call it a crutch
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| If you want to
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| I don’t understand
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| If I don’t want to
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| I said attention
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| I said attention
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| I think I like you better with a stick in your hand
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| Cause it seems to me like you were always meant to be
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| Liberated on the stain to crawl
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| Please stop it and I’ll do it again
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| You put your hands in your pockets and I’ll do it again
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| You shoot off your bottle rockets and I’ll do it again and again
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| And all over the place
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| I said the man on the wire says my face is on fire
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| So cancel all my calls
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| Yeah the man on the wire with a jumbled line
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| on the walls
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| Well call it a crutch
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| If you want to
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| I don’t understand
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| If I don’t want to
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| I said attention
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| I said attention
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| Wrists and tits and snout
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| Ya gotta
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| Wrists and tits and snout
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| That’s what this fable’s about
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| Wrists
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| The man on the wire says my face is on fire
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| So cancel all my calls
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| Yeah the man on the wire with a jumbled line
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| on the walls
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| So call it a crutch
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| If you want to
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| I don’t understand
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| If I don’t want to
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| I said attention
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| I said attention
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| Wrists and tits and snout
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| Ya gotta out
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| Wrists and tits and snout
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| That’s what this fable’s about
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| Aaahhh!
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| Wrists and tits and snout
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| That’s what this fable’s about
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| I said attention
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| I said attention |