| Moloch passed the message to the Behemoth
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| Whose master passed it on to Zebedee
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| It was sent by Internet, by obscure protocols
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| To its recipient, the delicious Miss Gee
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| (Miss Gee)
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| It was early afternoon when your message came
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| I was slumped under the table, slightly cold
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| I didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on
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| I was trembling but my trembling was controlled
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| I really can’t recall who I was meant to be that day
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| I’m an actress, I play so many roles
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| But the script required Miss Gee
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| That’s who I was meant to be
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| And I was just about to pick out her clothes
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| (Momus)
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| When my crumpled paper ball
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| Hit the floor beside you
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| It made no sense at all
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| It said:
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| (Both)
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| Bandy biwa krishnamurti
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| Pilgrim snorkel meat
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| Ipsum lorem dolor sit amet
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| Unix at the portal
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| Body type by Letraset
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| Here at the Epoch let us forget
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| (Momus)
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| Grip my head and feel my pain
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| Imagine I’m the king of Spain
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| Imagine I’m a weapon in your sheath
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| East is East and West is West
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| New York City to Dunsinane
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| (Miss Gee)
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| Polly Peachum creaming her McHeath
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| (Momus)
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| In the sturgeon caviar
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| In the virgin Mr McPherson
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| In the cloud the rain
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| And in the rain the cloud
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| Silver beetle snuffa la (?) kettlefish to toffeecup
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| Open please your body up to my man of war
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| (Momus)
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| Midi-language traffic jam cunnilingus kiss-a-gram
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| Isn’t this what messages are for
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| (Miss Gee)
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| Kissing by the bridge
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| A babbling brook and a choc-a-bloc fridge
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| My favourite restaurant is Yo Below
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| So when we go, slip under the table and begin to
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| (Momus)
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| Blow me down, gyoza, my favourite snack
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| Dip it in the soy sauce, slip it up your
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| (Miss Gee)
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| Crack goes the whip boys, crack kiss crack
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| Miss Gee has a whip and she’ll stick it in your
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| (Momus)
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| Ask no questions, I’ll tell you no lies
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| It isn’t exclusively all about size
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| Did you ever see a rock star doing up his
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| (Miss Gee)
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| Flies are a nuisance, bees are worse
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| If you owe a girl money, put it in her
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| (Momus)
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| Purse my lips, touch me there with a feather
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| Better take an umbrella, what terrible weather
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| (Miss Gee)
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| Or we might get wet
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| And we wouldn’t want that
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| Would we
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| (Momus)
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| By many names I’ve been known
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| Gil Martin, also Don Van Vliet
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| Giovanni, Mantovani, Barry Manilow
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| I could go on
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| (Miss Gee)
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| Please do
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| (Momus)
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| It was early afternoon
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| When your message arrived |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Shopping (feat. Momus) , by - Bran Van 3000. Song from the album Discosis, in the genre Танцевальная музыка