| I’m sitting on the toilet
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| With my sunglasses on
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| Wondering what you are up to
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| This hotel’s got bathroom telephones
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| But I don’t want to interrupt you
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| You might be painting your nails
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| With your hot curlers on
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| Each one a different color
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| Or listening to that Beach Boys sailing song
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| Sloop John B or another
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| Ethylene, my Ethylene
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| My love for you is just obscene
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| My deer you dress
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| My fish you clean
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| But you are nowhere to be seen
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| My Ethylene
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| Well you could bag your limit
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| With a bow and arrow
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| Yeah, you could skin a cougar in the dark
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| Well I thought we were walking
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| Down the straight and narrow
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| How’d we ever drift so far apart?
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| I took my eighteen wheels
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| On this road to nowhere
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| And you disappeared right up in the hills
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| Like smoke up a chimney
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| Girl, I go there
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| Yeah, in my dreams I visit you still
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| Ethylene, my Ethylene
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| My love for you is just obscene
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| My deer you dress
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| My fish you clean
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| But you are nowhere to be seen
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| My Ethylene
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| Now some men will drive
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| To the edges of nothing
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| So they can take a peak at the great abyss
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| Some men avoid love
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| Like it was a plague or something
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| So they can leave the seat down
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| When they piss
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| I miss that crocheted thing
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| You kept on the Kleenex box
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| I miss my feet
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| On your cold linoleum floor
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| Sippin' hot coffee
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| After makin' love till daybreak
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| Well Ethylene, a fool would ask for more
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| Ethylene, my Ethylene
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| My love for you is just obscene
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| My deer you dress
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| My fish you clean
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| But you are nowhere to be seen
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| My Ethylene
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| Ethylene, my Ethylene
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| My love for you is just obscene
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| My deer you dress
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| My fish you clean
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| But you are nowhere to be seen
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| My Ethylene
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| My Ethylene, my Ethylene, my Ethylene |