| He told me that I knew just what to laugh at
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| And I wanted to but I just couldn’t ask if he would take it back so I could
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| know for certain
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| So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing
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| While doubling entendres with the voicings
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| He said «oh darling, you’re charming, please don’t find it alarming
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| If I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting»
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| Now there there
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| I’m a friendly man
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| I joke about sex because it’s funny when you’re frightened
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| So silently I sat and turned the pages
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| Recalculating our respective ages
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| Over my shoulder he muttered if I get any older
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| You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects no I’m kidding
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| Don’t be scared
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| I’m a friendly man
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| I joke about death because its funny when you’re frightened
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| This is as far as I could get he jabbed a needle in my neck
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| Erasing all the evidence but there were matchsticks in my pants
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| And if a rock should hit my head and I remember what he did
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| You’ll be there very first to know
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| Maybe I’ll find out why this damn thing won’t stop bleeding
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| He told me that I showed a great potential
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| That given I turned heads and pages fame would be a piece of cake but
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| Practice was essential
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| So like a stupid child I believed it
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| And golly who would ever had agreed if
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| I had been Schubert or Mozart
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| Devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential
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| Don’t be sad I’ll come back again
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| I joke about trash cause it takes class to be enlightened
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| So several decades have gone by
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| I am still sitting by his side
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| I turn the pages faithfully
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| He turns his head and smiles at me
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| And with a wink he says «I doubt
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| We would be anywhere without
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| Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting» |