| My science fiction twin
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| Is doing better than expected
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| He captured a little blonde trophy wife
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| Who’s really very well connected
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| And when he calls home with his alibi
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| She says «is this really necessary?»
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| But she knows that a man can’t be a man
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| Unless he’s punishing his secretary
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| He sips in the glow of a '61 vintage
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| Just as the day is dimming
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| With every intention of surrendering
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| To fifty-foot women
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| Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin
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| My science fiction twin
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| Decided to become invisible
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| He has my eyes, my face, my voice
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| But he’s only happy when i’m miserable
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| The words flew from his mouth
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| And they were gently gathered by reporters
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| Trying to frame his once infamous flame
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| With tattered pictures of her daughter
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| Her hair is all made out of porcupine
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| Her figure is fantastic
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| But as you know, they corrupted her
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| So they’re being sarcastic
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| He’ll scream and shout
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| Everything is working out just as he predicted
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| Pride and position in the gallery of attempted people
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| Oh and the pain is so sweet
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| Better stamp his little feet
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| And you’ll even have time to pity me
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| How can you feel content?
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| You wonder where this fellow went
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| My science fiction twin
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| Escorted by his lovely nieces
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| Filled up his purse dictating verse
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| While painting masterpieces
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| His almost universal excellence
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| Is starting to disturb me
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| They asked how in the world he does all these things
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| And he answered «superbly»
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| He’s trapped in his own parallel dimension
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| That’s why i’m so forgiving
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| But how could i possibly forget to mention those fifty-foot women
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| My science fiction twin |