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Your carpet is blue so that it matches your shoes
It's the way that train-smoking New York is in everything you do
You bash your head and I found something to do
I made up memories about me and you
It's like playing with your food
It's like playing with your food
It's like playing with your food
That can be arranged, she said
That can be arranged
That can be arranged, he said
That can be arranged
When I see your litter on the streets I think of you
Still where you talking to and it's whatever I fell through
How many radiators have you got on in your house?
Do they make you feel warm at night?
Do they tell you what to do?
Do they tell you what to do?
Do they tell you what to do?
That can be arranged, she said
That can be arranged
That can be arranged, he said
That can be arranged
That can be arranged
That can be arranged
That can be arranged
Your carpet is red so that it matches your hair
It's the way that neon does this in Las Vegas, yeah
It's in everything you
It's in everything you
It's in everything you
It's in everything you...