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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sh-sh-sh-sh-oh, sh-sh-sh-sh-oh, sh-sh-sh-sh-oh
Harness your hopes on just one person
Because you know the harness was only made for one
Don't telegraph your passes
You'll end up with molasses
Cauterized in syrup, and syrup in molasses
And I'm checking out the asses, the assets that attract us
To anything that moves, we're deep inside the grooves
And it's time to shake the rations 'cause someone's gonna cash in
The plot, it turns again, the reference starts at ten
Well, show me a word that rhymes with pavement
And I won't kill your parrots and roast them on a spit
And don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it
Or you're gonna catch a bad, bad cold
And the freaks have stormed the lighthouse
I've moved into a light house
It's on a scenic quay, it's oh-so far away
Far away from the beginning
The shout is made of linen
The yearlings took the purse, your goth kid has a hearse
Heartbreakin', earthquakin'
Kiwis, they are home-bakin'
Minds wide open, truly
Leisure, a leisure suit is nothing
It's something to be proud of in this late century
And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper
Pinched between your pointer, your index, and your thumb
It's a semi-automatic, believers are ecstatic
You see the way they cling, the cold metallic sting
And I'm living in a coma, Madonna del Verona
The harness made of hopes, the lover's on the ropes
None is to church as the parrot is to perch
And my heart's wide open, truly